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"  0  come  and  let  us  sing  unto  tho  Lord.— Let  ua  make 
a  joyful  sound  to  the  Eock  of  our  salvation.— Pbalm  xcv,  1. 

"iwill  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with  the 
understanding  also."— 1  Corinthian?,  xiv,  15. 


DAYTON,   OHIO  :  ,     - 

VONNIEDA   4:  SOWERS,  AGENTS. 
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CONTENTS. 


Existence  of  God 1  7 

Attributes  of  God 8  32 

Holy  Trinity 33  40 

Holy  Scriptures 

Their  Inspiration    41  46 

Their  Adaptation  to  Man's^  Wants. .  47  51 

Their  Superiority 52  64 

Their  Diffusion 65  70 

Man 

His  Primeval  State 71  72 

His  Depravity  or  Fall 73  79 

His  Need  of  a  Savior 80  83 

Christ. 

His  Divinity 84  86 

His  Incarnation 87  99 

His  Offices 100  112 

^  His  Atonement   113  124 

His  Sufferings  and  Death • 125  137 

His  Resurrection 138  147 

Holy  Spirit. 

His  Deity  and  Personality 148  151 

Promise  of  the  Spirit 152  154 

Prayer  for  the  Spirit 155  163 

Awakening'  and  Inviting 164  210 

Penitential 211  272 

Faith  and  Justification '. 273  294 

Christian  Perfection 295  339 

The  Church .' 340  353 

Joining  the  Church 354  360 

The  Ministry 361  383 

The  Sabbath ^{84  404 


1 V  CONTENTS. 

Public  Worship 405  433 

Rejoicing  and  Praise ^ 434    474 

Prayer  and  Intercession 475    504 

Watchfulness 505  512 

Social  Worship 513  534 

Backslidings  Lamented 535  553 

Faniil}^  Worship 

Morning 554  561 

Evening 562  575 

Babtisra 576  589 

Lord's  Supper 590  606 

Fellowship  and  Commiinion 607  626 

Christian  Warfare 627  642 

Trusting  in  Grace  and  Providence. . .  .643  687 

Prospects  of  Heaven 688  729 

Church  Dedication 730  737 

Revivals 738  752 

Gospel  Missions 753  777 

Sabbath-Schools 778  789 

Youth 790  810 

Flight  of  Time 811  828 

Opening  and  Closing  Year 829  839 

Harvest 840  846 

Christian  Liberality 847  857 

Oppression 858  868 

Thanksgiving 869  874 

Parental  Hymns 875  879 

The  Seasons 880  888 

Wedding  Hymns 889  891 

Temperance 892  898 

For  Seamen 899  909 

Peace 910  914 

Affliction  and  Humiliation 915  944 

Death  and  Funerals 945  992 

Resurrection 993  1001 

Judgment  and  Eternity 1002  1019 

Heaven 1020  1035 

Miscellaneous 1036  1 067 

Dismissions  and  Doxologies 1068  1078 


PREFACE 


The  General  Conference  of  1857,  held  in 
Cincinnati,  believing  the  Hymn  Book  in  use 
among  us  deficient  in  variety,  fullness,  and 
richness,  and  that  the  growing  state  of  the 
church  called  for  a  collection  of  Hymns  equal 
to  any  in  use,  appointed  a  committee  of  three, 
to  compile  a  new  book.  It  was  also  made 
the  dnty  of  the  general  Superintendents  of 
the  Church,  in  connection  with  the  Trustees 
of  the  Printing  Establishment,  to  revise  and 
complete  the  work.  These  three  several 
ciommittees  have  endeavored  to  cany  out  the 
will  of  the  General  Conference ;  and  they 
hereby  present  to  the  Church  the  result  of  their 
labors,  hoping  it  may  meet  the  expectations 
of  all  concerned.  The  compilers  have  aimed 
to  select  as  full  a  variety  of  the  very  best  hymns 
and  spiritual  songs,  as  could  be  embraced 
in  a  book  of  suitable  dimensions  for  a  church 
hymn  book, — avoiding  on  the  one  hand  the 
spirit  of  dry  formalism,  and  on  the  other,  that 
of  uncultivated  enthusiasm.    How  far  they  have 


succeeded  in  their  aim,  \rill  appear  from  the 
book  itself.  Some  will  no  doubt  complain,  be- 
cause a  favorite  hymn  has  been  left  out ;  but  it 
is  believed,  that  on  the  whole,  the  devout  wor- 
shiper will  find  in  this  collection  as  complete 
a  variety  of  rich,  spiritual  hymns  as  in  any 
other  of  the  same  size.  May  the  Divine  bless- 
ing attend  it,  and  make  it  a  messenger  of  joy  to 
every  worshiping  assembly,  and  every  Christian 
family  into  which  it  may  find  its  way. 
Compiling  committee  : 

W.    J.    ShuEY,  WlLLTAil   HaXBY, 

L.  S.  Chittenden. 
General  Superintendents  of  the  Church  : 
J.  J.  Glossbeenner,       John  Russel, 
Le-v^is  Davis,  David  Edwaeds, 

Trustees  of  the  Printing  Establishment : 
Lewis  Davis,  John  Dodds, 

Wm.  Hanby,  James  Applegate, 

Caleb  W.  Witt,  Elah  Shauck, 

Daniel  Shuck, 

Dayton,  0.,  June  9th,  1858. 


HYMNS 


THE  EXISTENCE  OF  GOD. 

CM.  H  Jukes. 

Creator  and  Governor  of  the  Universe. 

THERE  is  a  God  \;^bo  rules  on  high, 
In  realms  of  endless  light, 
"Whose  ■wisdom  is  unsearchable  ; 
Omnipotent  his  might. 

2  By  him  the  universe  was  made. 

With  all  its  varied  store  ; 
He  "was,  and  is,  and  is  to  come, 
He  liv€s  for  evermore. 

3  "  Let  there  be  light,"  he  said, — and  he 

Divided  day  from  night ; 
Next  formed  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
And  then  the  orbs  of  light. 

4  What  he  then  made,  he  still  upholds. 

By  his  Almighty  power  ; 
In  him  we  live,  and  move,  and  breathe, 
Each  moment,  and  each  hour. 

5  While  saints  in  heaven  rehearse  his  praise. 

And  sing  his  matchless  name. 
Let  saints  on  earth  his  goodness  show. 
And  spread  abroad  his  fame. 
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THE   EXISTENCE    OF    GOO. 

CM.  Anon. 

The  Being  of  God. 

WE  need  not  soar  above  the  skies. 
Leave  suns  and  stars  below  ; 
And  seek  Thee,  with  unclouded  eyes, 

In  all  that  angels  know  ; — 
The  very  breath  we  now  inhale, 

The  pulse  in  every  heart. 
Attest  with  force  that  cannot  fail. 
Thou  art— 0  God !  Thou  ai't ! 

If,  'midst  the  ever-during  songs 

Of  universal  joy, — 
The  chime  of  worlds  and  chant  of  tongues — 

The  praise  that  we  employ 
May  breathe  its  music  in  thine  ear 

Its  meaning  in  thy  heart  ; 
Our  glad  confession  deign  to  hear, 

Thou  art— O  God  !  Thou  art! 


O  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

God  Seen  in  Nature. 

THERE  is  a  God — all  nature  speaks, 
Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies; 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks. 
When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes  in  characters  of  light 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad. 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er. 

Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God  ; — 

Bow  down  before  him — and  adore- 


THE   EXISTENCE   OF   GOD.  9 

4  L.  M.  Addison. 

The  Heavens  Declare  His  Glory, 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  higli 
With  all  the  blue,  ethereal  sky. 
And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  un-s^earied  sun,  from  day  to  day. 
Does  his  Creator's  pow'r  tlisplay. 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth; 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  : 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll. 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark,  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  tho'  no  real  voice  or  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice. 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice. 

Forever  singing  as  they  shine —  . 

The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.  M 


5  [164]  c.  M.  Anon. 

Invitation  to  Praise  God. 

HAIL,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good — 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise. 
Nature,  thro'  all  her  various  scenes, 
luvites  us  to  thy  praise. 


10  THE   EXISTENCE    OF    GOD. 

2  A.t  morning",  noon,  and  ev'niug  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  : 
And  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult 
With  transports  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory.beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night ; 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn. 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn. 

With  countless  beauties  shine  ; 
The  silent  grove,  the  awful  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  pow'r  divine. 


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C.  P.  M  Smart. 

God  Asserting  His  Existence. 

SING  of  God,  the  mighty  source 
Of  all  things,  the  stupendous  force 
On  which  all  things  depend  ; 
From  whose  right  arm,  beneath  whose  eyes. 
All  period,  power,  and  enterprise 
Commence,  and  reign,  and  end. 

The  world,  the  clustering  spheres,  he  made, 
The  glorious  light,  the  soothing  shade  ; 

Dale,  plain,  and  grove  and  hill; 
The  multitudinous  abyss. 
Where  nature  joys  in  secret  bliss. 

And  wisdom  hides  her  skill. 

Tell  them,  I  am,  Jehovah  said 

To  Moses,  while  earth  heard  in  dread. 

And,  smitten  to  the  heart. 
At  once  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  nature,  without  voice  or  sound, 

Eeplied,  0  Lord,  Thou  aet  ! 


ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD.  11 

C.  P.  M.  Ogilvie. 

God  Seen  Everywhere. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 
And  praise  the  Almighty  name; 
Lo !  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies. 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise. 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

Thou  heaven  of  heavens.  His  vast  abode. 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker,  Godj 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power; 
Lo!  on  the  lightning's  fiery  wing. 
In  triumph  rides  th*  eternal  King; 

Th'  astonished  worlds  adore. 

Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows,  rise 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies; 

Praise  Him  who  bids  you  roll; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare,  ■ 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air. 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 


ATTRIBUTES  OF  GOD. 

8  [181]  L.  M.  Waits. 

Grateful  Adoration. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy, 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, — 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid. 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 


12  ATTEIBUTES    OF    GUD. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ! 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ! 

Vast  as  cteniity  thy  love  : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


9  [159]  L    M  ly^^^g^ 

Praising  God  ivith  the  Heavenly  Choir. 

ETERNAL  pow'r,  whose  high  abode. 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  Thee,  while  the  first  archangel  sings. 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  ; 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshiping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  ! 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry. 
The  great,  the  holy,  and  the  high  ! 

4  Earth  from  afar  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name; 
But  0  !  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind ! 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below; 

Be  short  our  tunes;  our  words  be  few  I 
A  solemn  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  sits  in  silence  on  our  tongues. 


ATTBIBrTES    OF    GOD.  .13 

10  [161]     .  Q    2,1.  Watts. 

His  Power,   Wisdoni  and  Mercy. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs. 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
"Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, 

5  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

11  [162]  L.  M.  Doddridge, 

Immntahility . 
ri  REAT  Former  of  this  various  frame  ! 
VT  Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name  ! 
And  bow  and  tremble,  while  they  praise 
The  ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou,  Lord  with  unsurpris'd  survey, 
Saw'st  nature  rising  yesterday  : 
And,  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 


14  ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

3  Beyond  an  angel's  vision  bright. 
Thou  dwell'st  in  self-existont  light, 
Which  shines,  with  undiminish'd  ray 
While  suns  and  worlds  in  smoke  decay. 

4  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  cliange  with  every  circling  sun; 
And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast, 

A  moth  can  crush  us  into  dust. 

12  CM.  Tate  Sf  Brady. 

God  Unchangeable. 

THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 
0  thou  eternal  God  ; 
Each  future  age  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  tliy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Created  by  thy  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections,  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days. 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 


13 


8s  &  7s.  Bowring, 

God  Is  Love. 
ri  OD  is  love;  his  mercy  brightens 
VT  All  the  path  in  which  we  rove; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens; 
God  i<  wisdom.  God  is  love. 


ATTEIBUTES   OF   GOD.  15 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move; 
But  his  mercy  waueth  never; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  -wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwinelh 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above; 
Every  where  his  glory  shineth; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

14  [99]  c.  M.  Watts. 

God  Everywhere  Present. 

LORD  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest. 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways. 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 

Before  they're  form'd  within, 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
Thou  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  0  wondrous  knowledge!  deep  and  high. 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie. 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove. 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sov'reign  love. 


16  ATTRIBUTES   OF   GOD. 

15  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 
Unsearchable. 

HAIL,  Father,  ^\^liose  creating  call 
Unnumber'd  worlds  attend; 
Jehovah,  comprehending  all. 
Whom  none  can  comprehend. 

2  In  light  unsearchable  enthroned, 
*Whom  angels  dimly  see; 
The  fountain  of  the  Godhead  own'd, 
And  foremost  of  the  Three: 

2  Supreme  and  all-sufficient  God ! 
When  nature  shall  expire. 
And  worlds,  created  by  thy  nod, 
Shall  perish  by  thy  "fire; 

4  Thy  Name,  Jehovah,  be  adored 
By  creatures  without  end; 
Whom  none  but  thy  essential  Word 
And  Spirit  comprehend. 

16  L.  M.  Watts. 
Omnipresence  of  God. 

T^ATHER  of  spirits,  nature's  God, 
JL    Our  inmost  thoughts  are  known  to  thee; 
Thou,  Lord,  canst  hear  each  idle  word. 
And  every  private  action  see. 

2  Could  we,  on  morning's  swiftest  wings. 

Pursue  our  flight  through  trackless  air. 
Or  dive  beneath  deep  ocean's  springs. 
Thy  presence  still  would  meet  us  there, 

3  In  vain  may  guilt  attempt  to  fly, 

Concealed  beneath  the  pall  of  night; 
One  glance  from  thy  all-piercing  eye 
Can  kindle  darkness  into  light. 


ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD.  17 

4  Search  thou  our  hearts,  and  there  destroy 
Each  evil  thought,  each  secret  sin. 
And  fit  us  for  those  realms  of  joy. 
Where  nought  impure  shall  enter  in. 

17  C.  M.  H.  K.  White. 
God  over  All. 

rPHE  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all; 
X    His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall; 

I  hear  him  in.  the  wind.  ^ 

t 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud,  ,J 

His  face  I  cannot  fly; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  lives,  he  reigns  in  every  land. 

From  winter's  polar  snows. 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand. 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4  He  smiles,  we  live;  he  frowns,  we  die; 

"We  hang  upon  his  word; 
He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high. 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

5  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  defonm; 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease. 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm. 
^       And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

18  C.  M,  Needham. 
Holiness  of  God. 

HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King; 
**Thrice  holy  Lord,"  the  angels ciy; 
*•  Thrice  holy,"  let  us  sing. 
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18  ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind. 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  God; 
Lift,  -with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  "With  sacred  a-vre  pronounce  his  name. 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach; 
A  contrite  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God,  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

ly  C.  M.  Martineau. 

Omnipotence  of  God. 

'  rp WAS  God  who  fixed  the  rolling  spheres, 

X    And  stretched  the  boundless  skies. 
Who  formed  the  plan  of  endless  years, 
And  bade  the  ages  rise. 

2  From  everlasting  is  his  might. 

Immense  and  unconfined; 
He  pierces  through  the  realms  of  light. 
And  rides  upon  the  wind. 

3  He  darts  along  the  burning  sky; 

Loud  thunders  round  him  roar; 
Through  worlds  above  his  terroi'S  fly. 
While  worlds  below  adore. 

4  He  speaks, — great  nature's  wheels  stand  still. 

And  leave  their  wonted  round; 
The  mountains  melt;  each  trembling  hill 
Forsakes  its  ancient  bound. 

5  Ye  worlds,  and  every  living  thing. 

Fulfill  his  high  command; 
Pay  grateful  homage  to  your  King, 
And  own  his  ruling  hand. 


ATTRIBLTLS    OF    GOP.  19 

20  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

God  our  All. 

HOW  firm  the  saiut's  foundation  stands ! 
His  hopes  can  ne'er  remove. 
Sustained  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
And  sheltered  in  his  love. 

2  God  is  the  treasure  of  his  soul, 

A  source  of  sacred  joy, 
Which  no  afflictions  can  control, 
Nor  death  itself  destroy. 

3  Lord,  may  we  feel  thy  cheering  beams, 

And  taste  thy  saints'  repose; 
We  will  not  mourn  the  perished  streams. 
While  such  a  fountain  flows. 

21  C.  M.  Thompson. 

Source  of  all  Blessings. 

JEHOVAH,  God,  thy  gracious  power 
On  every  hand  we  see; 
0  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee. 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  journey  lead. 
Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps. 

And  reaches  to  the  skies; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps. 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon — till  latest  eve. 

Thy  hand,  0  God,  we  see; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Proceed  alone  from  thee. 


20  ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD. 

22  C.  M.  Steele. 
Condescension  of  God. 

ETERNAL  Power,  Almighty  God, 
Who  cau  approach  thy  throne  ? 
Accessless  light  is  thine  abode, 
To  angel  eyes  unkuo'^n. 

2  Before  the  radiance  of  thine  eye. 

The  heavens  no  longer  shine; 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky 
Are  but  the  shade  of  thine. 

3  Great  God,  and  wilt  thou  condescend 

To  cast  a  look  below? 
To  this  dark  world  thy  notice  bend, — 
These  seats  of  sin  and  woe? 

4  How  strange,  how  wondrous  is  thy  love ! 

With  trembling  we  adore: 
Kot  all  th'  exalted  minds  above 
Its  wonders  can  explore. 

5  While  golden  harps  and  angel  tongues 

Resound  immortal  lays. 
Great  God,  permit  our  humble  songs 
To  rise  and  speak  thy  praise, 

23  S.  M.  Watts, 

The  God  of  Mercy  and  Justice. 

THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
His  Godhead  from  Lis  throne; 
Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
By  which  he  will  be  known. 

2  Te  dying  souls,  that  sit 
In  darkness  and  distress, 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
To  his  recovering  grace. 


ATTBIBUTES    OF    GOD.  21 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  o^vn 
Their  righteousness  and  strength  are  found 
In  thee,  0  Lord,  alone. 

24  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 
The  Only  Wise  God. 

THOU,  the  eternal  Lord, 
Art  high  above  our  thought; 
And  worthy  to  be  fear'd,  adored. 

By  all  thy  hands  have  wrought: 
None  can  with  thee  compare. 

Thy  glory  fills  the  sky; 

And  all  created  beings  are 

As  nothing  in  thine  eye. 

2  Of  thine  unbounded  power. 

To  thee  the  praise  we  give; 
Omnipotently  great,  and  more 

Than  heart  can  e'er  conceive: 
Whene'er  thou  wilt  proceed. 

Thy  work  can  none  withstand. 
Or  frustrate  thy  determined  deed. 

Or  stay  the  Almighty's  hand. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  art  wise  alone; 

Thy  counsel  doth  excel; 
Most  wonderful  thy  works  we  own. 

Thy  ways  unsearchable: 
Who  knows  the  mystery, — 

The  judgments  can  explain, — 
Of  Him  whose  eyes  in  darkness  see, 

And  search  the  heai't  of  man? 

25  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Such  Knowledge  is  too  Wonderful  for  us. 

SHALL  foolish,  weak,  short-sighted  man 
Beyond  the  angels  go, — 
The  great  Almighty  God  explain. 
Or  to  perfection  know  ? 


'4rA£  ATTRIBUTES    OF    GOD. 

2  His  attributes  divinely  soar 

Above  the  creature's  sight, 
And  prostrate  seraphim  adore 
The  glorious  Infinite. 

3  The  brightness  of  his  glory  leaves 

Description  far  below: 
Nor  roan's  nor  angel's  heart  conceives 
How  deep  his  mercies  flow. 

4  His  grace  is  most  unsearchable, 

And  dazzles  all  above; 
They  gaze,  but  cannot  count  or  tell 
The  treasures  of  his  love. 


26  C.  M.  Wallace. 

God  Seen  in  his  Works. 

THERE  'S  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 
Illumes  the  distant  earth. 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night. 
But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distill 

Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill. 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean  deep,  or  air. 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found: 
For  God  is  every  where. 

4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above. 

Wherever  space  extends. 
There  Heaven  di&plays  its  boundless  love. 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


ATTRTBITES    OF    GOD. 


23 


2ii  L.  M.  WatU. 

The  Eternity  of  Gou\ 

ERE  mountains  reared  their  forms  sublime 
Or  lieaven  and  cartli  in  order  stood, 
Before  the  birth  of  ancient  time. 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

2  A  thousand  ages  in  their  flight. 

With  thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day. 
Past,  present,  future,  to  thy  sight 
At  once  their  various  scenes  display. 

3  But  our  brief  life  's  a  shadowy  dream 

A  passing  thought,  that  soon  is  o'er. 

That  fades  ^vith  morning's  earliest  beam. 

And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 

4  To  us,  0  Lord,  the  wisdom  give. 

Each  passing  moment  so  to  spend. 
That  we  at  length  with  thee  may  live 
Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 


28  [166]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

God's  Holiness. 

HOLY  as  thou,  0  Lord,  there's  none! 
Thy  holiness  is  all  thy  own; 
A  drop  of  that  unbounded  sea 
Is  ours,  a  drop  derived  from  thee. 

2  And  when  thy  purity  we  share. 
Thy  only  glory  we  declare; 
And  humble  into  nothing,  own, 
Holy  and  pure  is  God  alone. 

3  Sole,  self-existing  God  and  Lord,- 
By  all  thy  heavenly  host  ador'd; 
Let  all  on  earth  bow  down  to  thee 
And  own  thy  peerless  majesty. 


24  ATTHIBUTES  OF   GOD. 

4  Thy  pow'r  uuparallel'd  confess, 
Establish'd  on  the  Rock  of  peace  ; 
The  Rock  that  never  shall  remove. 
The  Rock  of  pure  almighty  love. 

29  [383]  L.  M.  Watts. 

God's  Mercy  his  Throne. 

THE  Lord,  Iiotv  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
How  firm  His  truth  !  how  large  His  grace! 
He  takes  His  mercy  for  His  throne, 
And  thence  He  makes  His  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  His  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head 
As  His  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise. 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west 
As  His  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  He  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  His  wrath  arise  I 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  : 
And,  if  He  lets  His  auger  burn. 
How  soon  His  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

0\J  L.  M.  Anon. 

With  God  is  Terrible  Majesty. 

TERRIBLE  God  !  that  reign 'st  on  high. 
How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand  I 
Thy  fiery  bolts  how  ^erce  they  fly ! 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withstand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew. 

And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown; 
Thine  arrows  struck  the  traitor  through. 
And  weighty  vengeance  sunk  him  down. 


ATTRIBUTES   OF    GOD.  S5 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  still, 

And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load; 
With  endless  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ? 

4  Tremble,  ye  sinners,  and  submit; 

Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne ; 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet. 
Or  his  strong  hand  shall  crush  you  down. 

5  And  ye,  bless'd  saints,  that  love  him  too. 

With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name; 
Thus  all  his  heavenly  servants  do; 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

ol  p.  M.  Montgomery, 

Holiness  of  God. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord 
God  of  hosts  !  when  heaven  and  earthy 
Out  of  darkness  at  thy  word. 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, — 
All  thy  works  around  thee  stood. 
And  thine  eye  beheld  them  good. 
While  they  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

•  2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !— Thee 

One  Jehovah  evermore. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit !  We, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore. 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed. 
From  that  world  by  the  redeem'd. 
Sing  we  here  with  glad  accord. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord. 

3  Holy,  holy  holy !— All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing. 
While  the  rausom'd  nations  fall 
At  the  footstool  of  theii*  King ; 


3t>  HOLY   TRINITY. 

Then  shall  saiuts  and  seraphim, 
Harps  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Blending  in  sublime  accord, 
Holj,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

32  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Spirituality  of  God. 

&0D  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise  ; 
He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries. 
And  leave  our  hearts  behind . 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Whate'er  the  guise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground; 
Bnt  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
"Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways. 

And  make  my  soul  sincere; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face. 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


HOLY  TRINITY. 

33  [165]  c.  M.  C.  Wesley 


H 


One  God  in  Thrte  Persons. 
AIL  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 


The  Great  Eternal  three  , 
Of  thee  we  make  our  joyful  boast, 
And  homage  pay  to  thee. 


HOLY   TRINITY.  27 

2  Present  alike  in  every  place. 

Thy  Godhead  we  adore: 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space 
Thou  dwell'st  for  evermore. 

3  In  wisdom  infinite  thou  art, 

Thine  eye  doth  all  things  see; 
And  every  thought,  of  every  heart, 
Is  fully  known  to  thee. 

34  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Trinity. 
"AIL  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 


H 


Whom  one  in  three  we  know; 
By  all  thy  heavenly  host  adored, 
By  all  thy  Church  below. 

2  One  undivided  Trinity 

With  triumph  we  proclaim; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  thee. 
And  speaks  thy  glorious  name. 

3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess; 

Thee,  holy  Son,  adore; 
And  thee,  the  Holy  Ghost,  we  bless. 
And  worship  evermore. 

4  Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Our  heavenly  song  shall  be; 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  co-eternal  Three ! 

35  L.  M.  c. 

The  goodness  of  the  Triune  Jehovah 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
Whom  one  all-perfect  God  we  own. 
Restorer  of  thine  image  lost, 

Thy  various  offices  make  known. 


ZO  HOLY   TRINITY. 

2  Jehovah  in  three  persons,  come. 

And  draw,  and  sprinkle  us,  and  seal. 
Poor,  guilty,  dying  worms,  in  whom 
Thou  wilt  eternal  life  reveal. 

3  Our  fallen,  ruin'd  souls,  to  raise. 

The  knowledge  of  thyself  bestow; 
Reveal  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 
And  all  thy  glorious  goodness  show. 

36  C.  M.  Watts. 

Praise   to  the  Trinity. 

LET  them  neglect  thy  gloiy.  Lord, 
Who  never  knew  thy  grace; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he — and  we'll  adore  his  name — 

That  formed  us  by  a  word; 
'Tis  he  restores  our  ruined  frame; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord. 

4  Hosanna  !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

*J*  8s  &  7s.  Newton, 

Trinity  Invoked. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Savior, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love. 
With  the  Holy  Spii'it's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 


HOLY    TRINITY.  29 

2  Thus  may  '^e  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess,  in  s\^eet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

38  C.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

&LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name, 
Who,  from  our  sinful  race. 
Hath  chosen  myriads  to  proclaim 
The  honors  of  his  grace. 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid. 

Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay. 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Gloiy  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 

From  whose  almighty  power 
Our  souls  their  heavenly  birth  derive. 
And  bless  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above. 

The  holy  Three  in  One, 
Who,  by  the  wonders  of  his  love. 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

39  11th  P.M.  76,  76, 77, 76.     C.Wesley, 

The  Triune  God  of  Truth  and  Grace. 

MEET  and  right  it  is  to  sing. 
In  every  time  and  place. 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King, 

The  God  of  truth  and  grace: 
Join  we  then"  with  sweet  accord, 

Allin  one  thanksgiving  join; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Eternal  praise  be  thine. 


30  HOLT    TBINITY. 

2  Thee  the  first-bom  sons  of  light. 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day,  day  without  night. 

And  never,  never  cease; 
Angels,  and  archangels,  all 

Praise  the  mystic  Three  in  One; 
Sing,  and  stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall 

O'erwhelm'd  before  thy  throne. 

3  Father,  God,  thy  love  "we  praise. 

Which  gave  thy  Son  to  die; 
Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Alike  we  glorify; 
Spirit,  Comforter  divine. 

Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Till  we  in  full  chorus  join. 

And  earth  is  turn'd  to  heaven. 

40  L.  M.  Anon. 

Prayer  to  the  Trinity. 

FATHER  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we,  sinners,  bend; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend.      '» 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we,  sinners,  bend; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death. 
Before  thy  throne  we,  sinners,  bend; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehoyah  !  Father,  Spirit,  Son  I 
Eternal  Godhead  1  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we,  sinners,  bend; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 


HOLY   SCRIPTURES.  31 

HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

THEIR    U^SPIRATION". 

41  [462]  0.  M.  Fawcett. 

Inspiration. 
OTV  precious  is  the  book  divine. 


H 


By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  the  lamp,  its  doctrines  shine. 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

42  [467]  c.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Revealing  Spirit. 

FATHER  of  all,  iu  whom  alone 
We  live,  and  move  and  breathe; 
One  bright  celestial  ray  dart  down, 
And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

2  While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 

(We  search  with  trembling  awe  !} 
Open  our  eyes  and  let  us  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 

The  light  that  shines  so  clear; 
Now  the  revealing  Spirit  send, 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 


32  KOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

4  Before  us  make  thy  goodness  pass. 
Which  here  by  i'aiih  we  kuow 
Let  us  in  Jesus  see  thy  face. 
And  die  to  ail  below. 

43  [461]  c.  M.  Cowper, 

The  Inspiring  Spirit. 

THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight: 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun]; 
It  gives  a  light  to  eveiy  age. 
It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  out  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine. 

For  such  a  bright  display. 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

44  [460J  L.  M.  Watts. 

Divine  Authority  of  the  Bible. 
?  np WAS  hy  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

J_   The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire. 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  all  the  pages  of  thy  book; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 


HOLY  SCRIPTURES.  33 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind. 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure; 
This  is  thj  word,  and  must  endure. 

45  C.  M.  a  Wesley, 
Perfection  of  the  Law  and  Testimony. 

THY  law  is  perfect.  Lord  of  light; 
Thy  testimonies  sure; 
The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right. 
And  thy  commandment  pure. 

2  Let  these,  O  God,  my  soul  convert. 

And  make  tliy  servant  wise; 
Let  these  be  gladness  to  my  ears, — 
The  dayspring  to  mine  eyes. 

3  By  these  may  I  be  warn'd  betimes; 

Who  knows  the  guile  within? 
Lord,  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes; 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 

4  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, — 

The  thoughts  that  throng  my  mind, — 
0  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 

46  C.  M.  C.  WesUy. 
Inspiration  and  Interpretation. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Let  us  thine  influence  prove; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire. 
Fountain  of  light  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  (for  moved  by  thee 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke,) 
Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key. 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 


34  UOLY   SCRIPTURES. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know. 

If  thou  within  us  shine, 
And  sound  with  all  thy  saints  below. 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 


THEIR  ADAPTATION  TO  OUR  WANTS. 

47  [459]  c.  M.  Anon. 

Revelation  Welcomed. 

HAIL,  sacred  truth !  whose  piercing  ray 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night. 
Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  woiid 
The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Thy  word,  0  Lord,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet. 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  O,  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze, 
And  bid  th'  adnairing  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

48  [467]  c.  M.  S.  Stennett, 

Scriptures  our  Counsel. 

THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace, 
The  sacred  leaves  unfold; 
And  here  the  Savior's  lovely  face, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  behold. 


HOLY    SCiar'TLKES.  35 

2  Here  light  descending  from  above. 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet; 
There  promises  of  heavenly  love, 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

3  Our  num'rous  griefs  are  here  redress 'd, 

And  all  our  Avants  supplied  : 
Naught  we  can  ask  to  make  us  bless'd 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains. 

That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
O  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assur'd  that  we  will  find. 


49  125  and  lis.  Anon. 

Family  Bible. 

HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollec- 
tion 
Of  youthful  connection  and  innocent  joy. 
While  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection. 
Surrounded  with    mercies  and  peace  from 
on  high  ! 
I  still  see  the  seats  of  my  father  and  mother. 
And  those  of  their  offspring  are  ranged  on 
each  hand; 
And  that  richest  of  books,  that  excelled  eveiy 
other, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old  fashioned  Bible!  the  dear  bless- 
ed Bible  ! 
The  Family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  The  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration. 
At  morning  and  evening  could  yield  us  de- 
light; 
The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation 
For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  by  night; 


36  HOLY  SCRIPT  UliES. 

Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony 

swelling, 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  the  family  band. 

Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 

dwelling 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquility  long  have  we  parted. 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more; 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken  hearted. 

And  wander  alone  on  a  far  distant  shore: 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Savior's  protec- 
tion— 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand  ; 
Oh!  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction. 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

4  Blest  Bible,  the  light  and  the  guide  of  the 

stranger, 
With  thee  I  seem  circled  with  parents  and 
friends; 
Thy  blest  admonition  shall   guard  me  from 
danger. 
On  thee   my  last  lingering  hope  still  de- 
pends: 
Hope  wakens  to  vigor  and  rouses  to  glory — 

I'll  ha'^ten  and  flee  to  the  promised  land, 
And  for  refuge  lay  hold  on  the  hope  set  before 
me. 
Revealed  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

50  [463  J  c.  M.  Anon 

Comfort  of  the  Scriptures. 

OPPRESSED  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  come  to  thee,  my  Lord; 
While  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  holy  word. 


HOLY    SCRIPTURES.  37 

2  The  volume  of  my  Fatlier's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  dispel; 
Here  I  behold  my  Savior's  face, 
Aud  learn  to  do  his  will. 

3  Here  living  -vvater  freely  flows; 

To  cleanse  me  from  my  sin; 
'Tis  here  the  tree  of  knowledge  grows 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

4  Oh  !  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

51  [466]  c.  M.  Steele. 

The  Incomparable  Richness  of  Gocfs  Word, 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word. 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find. 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant. 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows. 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight: 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasino;  light. 


38  HOLY   SCRIPTUKES. 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near  ! 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Savior  there. 

THEIR   SUPERIORITY. 

52  [468]     .  0.  M.  Watts. 

Excellency  of  the  Scriptures. 

LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
To  form  one  perfect  book; 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Ifot  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 

iN'or  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below — 
How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall. 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought! 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 

While  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

53  [464]  L.  M.  Anon, 

Their  Excellency  Acknowledged. 

I  LOVE  the  sacred  book  of  God; 
No  other  can  its  place  supply: 
It  points  me  to  the  saints'  abode. 

And  lifts  my  joyful  thoughts  on  liigh. 


HOLY   SORIPTURIS.  39 

2  Blest  book  !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 

The  image  of  ray  absent  Lord; 
From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  But  while  I'm  here,  thou  shalt  supply: 

His  place  and  tell  me  of  his  love: 

I'll  read  with  failh's  discerning  eye, 

And  thus  partake  of  joys  above. 

54  C.  M.  Cowper. 
The  Bible  the  Light  of  the  World. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  ! 
Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
"With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love. 
Till  gloiy  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

55  C.  M.  Watts. 

Value  of  the  Scriptures. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord; 
And  not  a  gleam  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 


4U  HOLT    SCRIPTURES. 

2  The  volume  of  niy  Fatlier's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage; 
Here  I  behold  my  Savior  s  face 
In  almost  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows. 

To  quench  ray  thirst  of  sin; 
'Tis  here  the  tree  of  knowledge  grows; 
No  danger  dwells  therein. 

56  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Glory  of  God  in  His  Works  and  Word, 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord; 
In  every  star  thy  goodness  shines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light. 

And  nights  and  days,  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand: 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  the  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest. 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light: 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise; 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 


HOLY   SCRIPTURES.  41 

6  Thj  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
lu  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiren; 
Lord,  cleanse  ray  sius,  n,y  soul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

57  [465]  c.  j^jf.  j^,jon. 

Sufficiency  of  the  Scriptures. 
pi  EEAT  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 
It  On  all  thy  works  I  look; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace. 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied; 

And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

3  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law; 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been ; 
And  from  thy  gospel  let  me  draw 
The  pardon  of  my  sin. 

58  S.  M.  Watts. 
Safety  in  Keeping  God's  Precepts. 

HOW  perfect  is  thy  word. 
Thy  judgments  all  are  just; 
And  ever  in  thy  promise,  Lord, 
May  man  securely  trust. 

2  I  hear  thy  word  in  love  ; — 

In  faith  thy  word  obey; 
0  send  thy  Spirit  from  above. 
To  teach  me,  Lord,  thy  way. 

3  Thy  counsels  all  are  plain. 

Thy  precepts  all  are  pure; 
And  long  as  heaven  and  earth  remain, 
Thy  truth  shall  still  endure. 


42  HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 

4  0  may  my  soul,  wilh  joy, 

Trust  in  thy  faithful  word; 
Be  it  througli  life  my  glad  employ, 
To  keep  thy  precepts.  Lord. 


59  8s  &  7s.  Newton 

Precious  Bible. 

PRECIOUS  Bible !  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford ! — 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor; 
Haying  this,  I  need  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger; 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys; 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed; 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

3  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly. 

Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly. 

Healing  medicines,  here  I  find; 
To  the  promises  I  flee; 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 


60 


8s  &  7s.  Newton, 

SECOND    PART. 

IN  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield. 
While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure. 
From  his  malice  Vm  secure. 


HOLY    SCRirTURES,  43 

3  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me. 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword; 

Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me; 
Satan  trembles  at  his  word: 

*Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made; 

Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade. 

3  Shall  I  envy,  then,  the  miser. 

Doting  on  his  golden  store? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser; 

I  am  rich;  'tis  he  is  poor: 
Jesus  gives  me,  in  his  word. 
Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 


61  C.  M.  Watts. 

Comfort  from  the  Bible, 

LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
My  lasting  heritage; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice^ 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage, 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love. 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight. 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove. 
With  ever-fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land,  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise. 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown. 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have. 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


44  HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

62  S.  M.  Watts. 

Power  of  God's  Word. 

BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  xray; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes. 

It  spreads  diviner  light; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise.  Lord, 
And  we  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
O,  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

OO  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Word  of  God  Quick  and  Powerful. 

THY  word,  almighty  Lord. 
Where'er  it  enters  in. 
Is  sharper  than  a  two-edged  sword. 
To  slay  the  man  of  sin. 

2  Thy  word  is  power  and  life; 

It  bids  confusion  cease. 
And  changes  envy,  hatred,  strife. 
To  love,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

3  Then  let  our  hearts  obey 

The  gospel's  glorious  sound  ; 
And  ail  its  fruits,  from  day  to  day, 
Be  in  us  and  abound. 


HOLT   SCRIPTURES.  45 

64  C.  M.  Barton. 
The  fullness  of  the  Bible. 

LAMP  of  our  feet !  wherebj  we  trace 
Our  path,  \7hen  wont  to  stray; 
Strearu  from  the  Fount  of  heavenly  grace ! 
Brook  by  the  traveler's  v^a^y  ! 

2  Bread  of  our  souls  !  whereon  we  feed; 

True  manna  from  on  high  I 
Our  guide,  our  chart !  wherein  we  read 
Of  realms  beyond  the  sky. 

3  Pillar  of  fire,  through  watches  dark  ! 

Or  radiant  cloud  by  day ! 
"When  waves  would  whelm  our  tossing  bark. 
Our  anchor  and  our  stay ! 

4  Childhood's  preceptor!  manhood's  trust  I 

Old  age's  firm  ally  ! 
Our  hope,  when  we  go  down  to  dust, 
Of  immortality ! 

THEIR     DIFFUSION. 

65  [308]  c.  M.  Watts. 

Coldness  and  Inconstancy  Lamented. 

LONG  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound 
Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
Yet  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found. 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  love: 

How  negligent  our  fear  ! 
How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

3  Great  God  !  thy  sov'reign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success  1 
Write  thy  salvation  in  each  heart, 
And  make  us  learn  Ihy  grace. 


46  HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 

4  Show  our  forgetful  feet  the  way, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  nevur  die. 

66  73  &  6s.  Anon. 

Exhortation  to  Receive  the  Word. 

ri  0  thou  in  life's  fair  morning, 
vX  Go  in  the  bloom  of  youth, 
And  buy,  for  thy  adorning, 
The  precious  pearl  of  truth. 

2  Secure  this  heavenly  treasure. 

And  bind  it  on  thy  heart, 
And  let  no  worldly  pleasure 
E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 

3  Go,  e'er  tlie  cloud  of  sorrow 

Steals  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth; 
Defer  not  till  to-morrow, 
Go  now  and  buy  the  truth. 

67  C.  p.  M.  Anon. 

The  Bible  our  only  Guide. 

HAT  is  the  world  ?  a  wildering  maze. 
Where  sin  hath  tracked  ten  thousand 
ways. 
Her  victims  to  ensnare: 
All  broad,  and  winding,  and  aslope. 
All  tempting  with  perfidious  hope. 
All  ending  in  desj)air. 

2  Millions  of  pilgrims  throng  these  roads. 
Bearing  their  baubles  or  their  loads 

Down  to  eternal  night : 
One  .only  path,  that  never  bends, 
Narrow,  and  rough,  and  steep,  ascends 

From  darkness  into  light. 


w 


HOLY    SCRirTLRES.  47 

3  Is  there  no  guide  to  show  that  path  ? 
The  Bible !  he  alone  who  hath 

The  Bible,  need  not  stray; 
But  he  who  hath,  and  will  not  give 
That  light  of  life  to  all  that  live, 

Himself  shall  lose  the  way. 

68  C.  M.  Aiion. 

The  Glory  of  the  Word. 

A  GLORY  in  the  word  we  find, 
When  grace  restores  our  sight; 
But  sin  has  darkened  all  the  mind, 
And  veiled  the  heavenly  light. 

2  When  God  the  Spirit  clears  our  view. 

How  bright  the  doctrines  shine ! 
Their  holy  fruits  and  sweetness  show 
The  Author  is  divine. 

3  How  blest  are  we  with  open  face 

To  view  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  all  thy  image  here  to  trace 
Reflected  in  thy  word  ! 

4  O,  teach  us,  as  we  look,  to  grow 

In  holiness  and  love. 
That  we  may  long  to  see  and  know 
Thy  glorious  face  above. 

Oa  L.  M.  Bowrin^: 

Diffusion  of  Bible  Light. 

UPON  the  Gospel's  sacred  page 
The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine; 
And,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 

But  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

2  On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight. 

From  year  to  year  does  knowledge  soar; 
And,  as  it  soars,  the  Gospel  light 
Adds  to  its  influence  more  and  more 


48  HOLY    BCRirXURES. 

3  More  glorious  still  as  centuries  roll, 

New  regiojis  blessed,  new  powers  unfurled, 
Ex23anding  with  th'  expanding  soul. 
Its  waters  sLiall  o'erliow  the  world — 

4  Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy; 

As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy. 
And  sweej)s  each  lingering  mist  away 

70  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Their  Universal  Diffusion. 

JESUS,  the  wol-d  bestow,— 
The  true  immortal  seed ; 
Thy  gospel  then  shall  greatly  grow, 

And  all  our  land  o'erspread; 
Through  earth  extended  wide 

Shall  mightily  prevail, — 
Destroy  the  works  of  self  and  pride, 
And  shake  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  Its  energy  exert 

In  the  believing  soul; 
Diffuse  thy  grace  through  every  part, 

And  sanctify  the  whole; 
Its  utmost  virtue  show 

In  pure  consummate  love. 
And  fill  with  all  thy  life  below. 

And  give  us  thrones  above. 


49 


MAN. 

HIS    PRIIMEYAL    STATE. 

71  C.  M.  W.  Garner. 
Man's  Innocency. 

JEHOVAH'S  image  brightly  shone 
In  Eden's  lovely  pair. 
And  oft,  before  his  gracious  throne, 
They  bowed  in  praise  and  prayer. 

2  With  rectitude,  as  with  a  robe, 

Their  spotless  souls  were  dressed, 
"With  peace  abounding,  and  with  joy, 
They  were  divinely  bless'd. 

3  1^0  self-reproach,  no  slavish  dread 

Disturbed  their  peace  within; 
No  frowning  storm  their  path  o'erspread, 
"While  undefiled  with  sin. 

4  Thus  souls  renewed  by  saving  grace, — 

"Whose  sins  have  been  forgiven, 
Behold  the  smiles  of  Jesus'  face. 
And  feel  an  inward  heaven. 

72  C.  M.  Anon. 
The  Brevity  of  Eden's  Joys. 

ON"  man,  in  his  own  image  made 
How  much  did  God  bestow  ! 
The  whole  creation  homage  paid 
And  own'd  him  Lord  below. 

2  He  dwelt  in  Eden's  garden,  stor'd 
"W^ith  sweets  for  ev'ry  sense: 
And  there,  with  his  descending  Lord, 
He  walk'd  in  oonfideuce. 
4 


50  MAN. 

3  But  oh  !  hj  sin  how  quickly  chaug'd, 

His  honor  forfeited; 
His  heart  from  God  and  truth  estrang'd, 
His  conscience  filled  with  dread. 

4  Now  from  his  Maker's  voice  he  flies, 

"Which  was  before  his  joj: 
And  thinks  to  hide  amidst  the  trees, 
From  an  all-seeing  eye. 

5  Compell'd  to  answer  to  his  name; 

With  stubbornness  and  pride. 
He  cast  on  God  himself  the  blame, 
l!ioT  once  for  mercy  cried. 

G  But  grace,  unask'd,  his  heart  subdu'd 
And  all  his  guilt  forgave:  m 

By  faith  the  promis'd  Seed  he  view'd, 
And  felt  the  jDower  to  sav^e. 


HIS     DEPRAVITY     OR   FALL. 

73  L.  M.  WaUs. 

Original  and  Actual  Sin. 

LORD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  siii, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall, 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breatli 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart. 
But  we're  defil'd  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  ray  spirit  pure  and  true; 
O,  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see. 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 


51 


4  Behold,  I  fall  before  tliy  face. 
My  only  refuge  is  tliy  grace; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast. 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea. 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow. 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 


74  L.  M.  Watts. 

Dependence  upon  Christ. 

BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night 
AVe  lie,  till  Christ  restores  the  light, 
I'ill  he  descends  to  heal  the  blind. 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears. 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns 
And  binds  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains; 
He  sets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

4  Poor,  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness  ; 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  Ave 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 


52  MAN. 

75  [126]  c.  M.  Steele, 

Dependence  upon  the  Spirit. 

HOW  liclpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  her  load  ! 
Tlie  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise. 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  poorer  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine, 
To  form  the  heai't  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine,  the  passions  to  recall. 

And  upward  bid  them  rise; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away. 

And  bid  the  sinner  live: 
A  beam  of  heaven — a  vital  ray; 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  Oh !  change  these  wretched  heafts  of  ours 

And  give  them  life  divine; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers. 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

76  CM.  Watts. 
Lord,  help  my  Unbelief. 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is; — 
Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains; 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there 's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word: — 
Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come. 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 


MAN.  53 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord; 
0  help  my  unbelief! 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  fhine  arms  I  fall; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, — 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all, 

77  CM.  Watts. 

The  Depth  of  Sin. 
■jVrOW  back  with  humble  shame  we  look 
J.\    On  our  original; 
How  is  our  nature  dashed  and  broke 
In  our  first  father's  fall ! 

2  To  all  that 's  good,  averse  and  blind. 

But  prone  to  all  that 's  ill, 
"What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind  ! 
How  obstinate  our  will ! 

3  Wild  and  unwholesome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  such  a  deadly  tree? 

4  What  mortal  power  from  things  unclean 

Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 
From  an  infected  spring? 

5  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean. 
While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 


54  MAN. 

6  The  second  Adam  can  restore 
The  ruins  of  the  first; 
Hosanna  to  that  sovereign  Power 
That  new-creates  our  dust. 

78  CM.  Watts. 

The  Deceitfulness  of  Sin. 

SIN"  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
To  practice  on  the  mind; 
With  flattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 

The  a^ed  and  the  young, 
And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence. 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food; 
Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

79  C.  M.  Beddome. 
Sin  Hereditary. 

WHEN"  Adam  sinned,  through  all  his  race 
The  dire  contagion  spread; 
Sickness  and  death  and  deep  disgrace 
Sprang  from  our  fallen  head. 

2  Satan  in  strong  and  heavy  chains 
Binds  the  deluded  soul. 
And  every  furious  passion  reigns 
Without  the  lea  it  control. 


3  From  God  and  happiness  avc  i\y, 

To  earth  and  sense  con  lined, 
Lost  in  a  maze  of  misery, 
Yet  to  oi.r  misery  blind. 

4  Whene'er  the  man  begins  his  race, 

The  criminal  appears, 
And  evil  habits  keep  tliviir  pace 
With  our  increasing  years. 

6  Corruption  flows  through  all  our  vein 
Our  moral  beauty  's  gone. 
The  gold  is  fled,  the  dross  remains — 
O  sin,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 

6  Jesus,  reveal  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  draw  our  souls  to  thee; 
Thou  art  the  only  hiding-place 
Where  ruined  souls  can  flee. 


HIS    NEED     OF     A     SAVIOR. 

SO  S.  M.  Anon. 

Guilt  and  Helplessness  of  Man. 

AH !  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness. 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  He  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  fault -, 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God, 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  the  unequal  strife, 
Snail  prosper  in  the  end  ? 


56  MAN. 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wratli. 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  pLace, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah  I  how  shall  guilty  man. 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None,  none  can  meet  Him  and  escape.. 
But  through  the  Savior's  blood. 

81  S.  M.  Beddome. 

Hope  from  the  Gospel  Only. 

&OD'S  holy  law,  transgressed, 
Speaks  nothing  but  despair; 
Convinced  of  guilt,  with  grief  oppressed. 
We  find  no  comfort  there. 

2  iNot  all  our  groans  and  tears, 

Nor  works  which  we  have  done, 
Nor  vows,  nor  promises,  nor  prayers, 
Can  e'er  for  sin  atone. 

3  Relief  alone  is  found 

In  Jesus'  precious  blood  : 
'Tis  this  that  heals  the  mortal  wound, 
And  reconciles  to  God. 

4  High  lifted  on  the  cross. 

The  spotless  Victim  dies  : 

This  is  salvation's  only  source; 

Hence  all  our  hopes  arise. 

82  [  32  ]    ^  C.  M.  Fawcett. 

Man's  Need  of  the  Neio  Birth. 

SINNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 
Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men; 
For  Christ,  the  Savior,  hath  dcclar'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 


MAN.  57 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain  ; 
Thus  said  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"Ye  must  be  bom  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd — 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin; 
Without  a  change  vre  can't  be  sav'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  That  which  is  born  of  flesh  is  flesh, 

And  flesh  it  will  remain  : 
Then  marvel  not  that  Jesus  saith, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

5  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain: 
Bear  witness.  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heai't. 
That  we  are  born  again. 

Dear  Savior,  let  us  now  begin 

To  trust  and  love  thy  word ; 
And,  by  forsaking  every  sin, 

Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 

83  L.  M.  Anon. 

Christ's  Power  alone  can  Save. 

LET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
Put  oft' the  spots  that  nature  gives; 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 

And  change  their  tempers  and  their  lives. 

2  As  well  might  the  Ethiopian, 

Wash  out  the  darkness  of  his  skin; 
The  dead  as  well  may  live  again. 
As  old  transgressors  cease  to  sin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 

'Twill  not  endure  the  least  control; 
None  but  a  power  divinely  strong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  soul. 


58  CHKIST. 

4  Great  God,  I  own  thy  power  divine, 

That  "works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine 
I  would  be  formed  anew,  and  bless 
The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 


CHRIST. 

HIS    DIVINITY, 


84 


S.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Tie  Migldy  God. 

REJOICE  in  Jesus'  birth,— 
To  us  a  Son  is  given; 
To  us  a  child  is  born  on  eartli. 
Who  made  both  earth  and  heaven . 

2  He  reigns  above  the  sky, — 

This  universe  sustains; — 
The  God  supreme,  the  Lord  most  high. 
The  king  Messiah  reigns. 

3  The  mighty  God  is  He, 

Author  of  heavenly  bliss; 
The  Father  of  eternity, 

The  glorious  Prince  of  peace. 

4  His  government  shall  grow. 

From  strength  to  strength  proceed: 
His  righteousness  the  church  overflow, 
And  all  the  earth  o'erspread. 

85  L.  M.  Waits. 

God  the  Son  Equal  with  the  Father-. 

BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God, 
Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat; 
To  thee  we  lift  a  humble  thought. 
And  worship  at  thine  aT>'ful  feet. 


CHRIST.  59 

2  Thy  power  has  formed,  thy  wisdoni  sways 

AH  nature  with  a  sovereign  word; 
And  the  bright  world  of  stars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  superior  Lord. 

3  Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 

And,  smiling,  sit  at  thy  right  hand ; 
Eternal  justice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command. 

4  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright. 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity; 

But  who,  amongst  the  sons  of  light. 

Pretends  comparison  with  thee? 

5  Yet  there  is  One,  of  human  frame, 

Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one; 
Though  they  are  known  by  different  names, 
The  FATHER  GOD,  and  GOD  the  SON. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 

"With  equal  honors  be  adored; 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing. 
And  all  the  nations  own  the  Lord. 


86  L.  M.  Watts. 

Divinity  and  Humanity  of  CJirist. 

ERE    the    blue     heavens    were    stretched 
abroad. 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word; 
Tith  God  He  was;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  bo  adored. 


00  CHRIST. 

2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  roado  ; 

By  Him  supported  all  things  stand; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angel's  fly  at  his  command. 

3  But  lo !  He  leaves  those  heavenly  forms, 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 

The  eternal  Father's  only  Son: 
How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace. 
The  brightness  of  the  Godhead  shone  ! 

5  The  angels  leave  their  high  abode, 

To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 


HIS     INCARNATION. 

87  '316]  L.  M.  Steele. 

Incarnate  Lord. 

AWAKE  !  awake  the  sacred  song. 
To  our  incarnate  Lord ! 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  word  that  sov'reign  power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made, 
(0  !  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  I) 
Was  once  in  flesh  array'd. 

3  Then  shone  almighty  pow'r  and  love. 

In  all  their  glorious  forms  ; 
When  Jesus  Mt  his  Ihroue  above. 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 


61 


4  Adoring  angels  tun'd  tlieir  songs. 

To  bail  tlie  joyful  day; 
With,  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
Tlieir  grateful  -vrorship  pay. 

5  What  gloiy.  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  ! 

With  wonder  we  adore  : 
But  could  -^e  sing  as  angels  do. 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 


88  [318]  S,  M.  a  Wesley. 

Thanks  for  the  Unspeakable  Gift, 

FATHER,  our  hearts  w^e  lift 
Up  to  thy  gracious  throne. 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ! 

2  The  gift  unspeakable. 

We  thankfully  receive. 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodness  tell. 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 

Which  never  more  shall  end: 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings 
Declares  himself  our  frieud; 

4  Assumes  our  flesh  and  blood. 

That  we  his  grace  may  gain; 
The  everlasting  Son  of  God, 
The  mortal  Son  of  Man. 

5  His  kingdom  from  above 

He  doth  to  iis  impart, 
And  pure  benevolence  and  love 
O'erflow  the  faithful  heart. 


62  CHRIST. 

89  [322]  c.  M=  Anon. 

Christmas  Morning. 

<<^HEPHERDS,  rejoice— lift  up  your  eyes, 
O  And  send  your  fears  away; 

News  from  the  regions  of  the  fcliies — 
A  Savior's  born  to-day. 

2  "Jesus,  the  God  whoin  angels  feai'. 

Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you; 
To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  mouarchs  do. 

3  ''No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

Nor  royal  shining  things; 
A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands, 
And  holds  the  King  of  kings, 

4  "Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

And  see  his  humble  throne; 
With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son." 

5  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  strait  around 

The  heavenly  armies  throng; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song; 

6  "Glory  to  God,  that  reigns  above — 

Let  peace  surround  the  earth; 
Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

90  [317]  lis  and  10s.  Heher. 

The  Infant  Savior. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 
aid; 
Star  of  the  East ! — the  horizon  adorning — 
Guide  whcrv^  llie  infant  Redeonipr  is  laid. 


CHRIST.  63 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 

Low  lies  his  head,  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall;' 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion. 

Odors  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Yainlv  with  gold,  would  his  favor  secure^ 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, — 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine 
aid; 
Star  of  the  East ! — the  horizon  adorning — 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


91  [S21J  C.  M.  Medley. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  Highest. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join. 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  love  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran. 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 

And  loud  the  echo  roU'd; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  liold. 


64  CHRIST. 

4  Down  tlirough  the  portals  of  the  sky, 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"Glory  to  God  on  high; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
Jesus  was  born  to  die.'' 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  forever  hail ! 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Though  earth  and  time,  and  life  should  fail 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

7  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout. 

And  glory  leads  the  song: 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  without 
The  harmonious,  heavenly  song. 


92    [324]  0.  M.  Tate  Sf  Brady. 

Glad  Tidings  of  Great  Joy. 

WHILE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 
night. 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down. 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "Fear  not,"  said  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,) 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind, 

3  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line. 
The  Savior,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 


65 


*'The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  huraau  view  display'd. 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands. 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God  on  high, 

And  thus  address'd  their  song: 

All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
in  and  never  cease." 


93  L.  M.  Camphell 

The  Son^  of  the  Heavenly  Host. 

WHEN  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still. 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, 
"When  Bethlehem's  shepherds,   through   the 

night, 
Watched  o'er  the  flocks  by  starry  light, — 

2  Hark !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound. 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame. 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came; 

High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung. 
While  thus  they  stnick  their  harps  and  sung: 

4  "0  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again; 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "See,  Mercy,  from  her  golden  urn. 
Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn; 


66  cuRisr. 

Behold,  she  binds,  with  lender  care. 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

6  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart; 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart; 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 


94  lOs  &  lis.  Anon. 

The  Word  Made  Flesh. 

HITHER,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of 
triumph. 
To  Bethlehem  haste,  the  Lord  of  life  to 
meet; 
To  you,  this  day,  is  born  a  Prince  and  Savior, 
O  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet ! 

2  0 !  Jesus,  for  such  wondrous  condescension. 

Our  praise  and  our  reverence  are  an  offering 
meet; 
Now  is  the  "Word  made  flesh   and   dwells 
among  us; 
0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet  1 

3  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angelsl 

Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat; 
Unto  our.  God  be  glory  in  the  highest, 
0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet ! 


yo  8s  and  7s.  Cawood, 

The  Song  of  Angels. 

HARK  1  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 


CHEIST.  67 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story ; 

Hear  them  chant,  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"Glory  in  the  highest — glory  ! 
Glory  he  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found. 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven," 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing; 
O,  receive  whom  God  appointed. 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King." 

5  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
"Gloiy  be  to  God  most  high  i" 

96  C.  M.  E.H.  Sears. 

A  Joyous  Event. 

CALM  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains. 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  fai* 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above. 

Shed  sacred  glories  there. 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  joyous  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply. 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  hights. 
The  dayspring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm. 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 


68 


"Glory  to  God  !"  the  sounding  skies 
Aloud  with  anthems  ring; 

"Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King  !" 


97  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

A  Light  to  Lighten  the  Gentiles. 

THE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pine 
Have  seen  a  glorious  light; 
The  people  dwell  in  day,  Avho  dwelt 
In  death's  surrounding  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rise,  thou  better  Sun, 

The  gathering  nations  come, 
"With  joy,  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
The  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given; 
And  him  shall  all  the  earth  obey, 
And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

4  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Fore  verm  ore  adored, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 


98  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Pratt's  CoU. 

Worship  the  New-Born  Savior. 

AI^GELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth; 
Te  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 


CHRIST.  bS 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding. 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing; 

Yonder  shines  the  infant  light. 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, — 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations: 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star: 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending. 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear. 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending. 

In  his  temple  shall  appear: 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doom'd  for  guilt  to  endless  pains. 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, — 

Mercy  calls  you, — break  your  chains: 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

99  8s,  7s  Anon. 

Star  of  Bethlehem. 

SHEPHERDS  !  hail  the  wondrous  stranger; 
Is'ow  to  Bethle'm  speed  your  way; 
Lo  !  in  yonder  humble  manger, 
Christ,- the  Lord,  is  born  to-day: 

2  Christ,  by  prophets  long-predicted, 

Joy  of  Israel's  chosen  race; 

Light  to  Gentiles  long- afflicted, 

Lost  in  error's  darkest  maze. 


70 


3  Briglit  tlie  star  of  your  salvation, 

Pointing  to  his  rude  abode  ! 
Rapturous  news  for  eveiy  nation: 
Mortals  !  now  behold  your  God  ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  stoiy, 

Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell; 
Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory: 
Sinners  saved  from  death  and  hell. 

5  Love  eternal  moved  the  Savior, 

Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by; 
Blessings  on  the  Lamb  for  ever; 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 


HIS   OFFICES. 

100  [319]  c.  M.  WaUs. 

Effects  of  the  Mission  of  Christ 

JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King; 
Let  every  heai-t  prepare  him  room. 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth !  the  Savior  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ;  [plains 

"While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

ISTor  thorns  infest  the  ground; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Fai'  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


CHRIST.  71 

101  [325]  gg^  7s  ^  4s.  Kelley. 

Coronation  of  the  King  of  Kings. 

LOOK,  ye  saints: — the  sight  is  glorious; 
See  the  Man  of  sorrows  now; 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow: 

Crown  him,  crown  him; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Savior,  angels,  crown  him; 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  heavenly  concave  rings: 

Crown  him,  crown  him; 
Crown  the  Savior  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him 

Mocking  thus  the  Savior's  claim; 

Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  him. 

Own  his  title,  praise  his  name: 

Crown  him,  crown  him; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords; 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station; 
0,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  him,  crown  him. 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

102  7s  KeUey. 

Glory  to  the  King. 

p  LORY,  glory  to  our  King  ! 
It  Crowns  unfading  wreath  his  head; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing — 
Jesus  risen  from  the  dead; 
Jesus,  Conqueror  o'er  the  grave; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 


72  CHRIST. 

2  Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 

Glorj  beaming  from  his  face. 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holines  and  grace : 
O  for  heai'ts  and  tongues  to  sing. 
Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! 

3  Jesus,  on  thy  people  shine; 

Warm  our  hearts  and  tune  our  tongues. 
That  with  angels  we  may  join, — 

Share  their  bliss,  and  swell  their  songs  : 
Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Lord,  be  thine  forevermore. 

103    [327]  C.  M.  ParroneU 

Crowning  of  Christ. 

ALL  hail,  the  great  Iramanuel's  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall: 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

"Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Praise  him  who  shed  for  you  his  blood, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small. 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  gentle  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred — every  tribe. 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  nim  Lord  of  all. 


CHRIST.  73 

6  Oh  I  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall; 
And  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

104  [326]  L.  M.  Medley. 

Christ  Lives  to  Bless. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
He  lives — he  lives  !  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head  ! 

2  He  lives,  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above; 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed. 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  bread," 
He  lives,  and  1  shall  conquer  death; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare. 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

4  He  lives  ! — all  glory  to  his  name ! 
He  lives,  my  Savior,  still  the  same; 
How  great  the  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives !" 

105  [558]  C.  M.  Newton. 

The  Precious  Name. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear; 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul. 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 


74  CHEisr. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place; 
My  never-failing  treasure,  filPd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace: 

4  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Savior,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  I  -would  thy  boundless  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath: 

So  shall  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


106  [357]  8s  &  7s.  Newton. 

Jesus  a  Friend  Indeed. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others. 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  endj 
Thev  who  once  His  kindness  prove. 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  Him  to  God  , 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed, 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need  ! 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased. 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same; 
Still  He  calls  them  "Brethren— friends," 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 


CHRIST.  75 

4  0,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas  1  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above; 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
"We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

107  L.  M.  JFatts. 

TTie  Grace  of  God  in  Christ. 
lyTATURE  with  open  volume  stands, 
i.\    To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 

His  brightest  form  of  gloiy  shines; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn, 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart. 

Where  truth  and  mercy  strangely  join 
To  pierce  his  Son  with  keenest  smart. 
And  make  the  purchased  pleasures  mine. 

4  In  all  his  toils  and  conflicts  here 

Their  Sovereign  they  attend, 
And  pause,  and  wonder  how,  at  last. 
This  scene  of  love  will  end. 

5  When  all  the  powers  of  hell  combined 

To  fill  his  cup  of  woe. 
Their  wondering  eyes  beheld  his  teai's 
In  blood  and  anguish  flow. 

108  C.  M.  Beddomc. 

Christ  Precious. 

JESUS  !  delightful,  charming  name  ! 
It  spreads  a  fragrance  round; 
Justice  and  mercy,  truth  and  peace. 
In  union  here  are  found. 


76  CHRIST. 

2  He  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  strength; 

In  laira  all  gloriesnieet; 
He  is  a  shade  above  our  heads, 
A  light  to  guide  our  feet. 

3  The  thickest  clouds  are  soon  dispersed. 

If  Jesus  shows  his  face; 

To  weary,  heavy-laden  souls 

He  is  the  resting-place. 

4  When  storms  arise  and  tempests  blow, 

He  speaks  the  stilling  word; 
The  threatening  billows  cease  to  flow. 
The  winds  obey  their  Lord. 

5  Through  every  age  he's  still  the  same; 

But  we  ungrateful  prove. 

Forget  the  savor  of  his  name, 

The  sweetness  of  his  love. 

109  L.  M.  Montgomery, 

Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

TO  us  a  child,  of  royal  birth. 
End  of  the  promises,  is  given; 
Th'  Invisible  appears  on  earth, — 
The  Son  of  man,  the  God  of  heaven 

2  A  Savior  born,  in  love  supreme 

He  comes,  our  fallen  souls  to  raise; 
He  comes,  his  people  to  redeem. 
With  all  his  plenitude  of  grace. 

3  The  Christ,  by  raptured  seers  foretold, 

Fill'd  with  the  Holy  Spirit's  power. 
Prophet,  and  Priest,  and  King,  behold; 
And  Lord  of  all  the  world  adore, 

4  The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  God  most  high. 

Who  quits  his  throne,  on  earth  to  live. 
With  joy  we  welcome  from  the  sky, 
With  faith  into  our  hearts  receive. 


CHRIST.  77 

110  C.  M.  Watts, 

Christ's  Kingdom  and  Priesthood. 

JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thj  throne, 
And  near  thy  Father  sit; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  num'rous  di^ops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  finn  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore; 
"Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
"When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  "Melchisedec,  that  wondrous  priest, 

"That  king  of  high  degree, 
"That  holy  man,  who  Abra'm  bless'd, 
"Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jesus,  our  Priest,  for  ever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above; 
Jesus,  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love, 

6  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain; 
Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead. 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

111  [265]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Christ's  Symyathy  and  Love. 

¥ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above: 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 


78  CHlilST. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears. 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears- 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
ISTor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r; 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

112  [124]         4  6s  <fe  2  8s.  C.Wesley, 

"Abba,  Father." 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise. 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede; 
His  all-redeeming  love. 

His  precious  blood  to  plead; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race. 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary; 
They  pour  effectual  prav'rs. 
They  strongly  speak  for  me; 


<JHKIST.  79 

Forgive  him,  0  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom  'd  sinner  die  ! 

^4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  Anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconcil  'd, 

"His  pard  'ning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh. 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

HIS     AT  ONEMENT. 

113  [129.]  L.  M.  Anon, 

Christ  the  Atoning  Sacrifice. 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above  f 
Savior  and  Head  of  all  mankind. 
The  cov  'nant  of  redeeming  love. 
In  thee  let  every  sinner  find. 

2  Our  surety,  thou  alone  has  paid. 

The  debt  we  to  thy  Father  ow  'd  ; 
For  the  whole  world  atonement  made. 
And  seal  'd  the  pardon  with  thy  blood. 

3  Thee,  the  Paternal  Grace,  Divine, 

A  universal  blessing  gave  ; 
A  light  in  every  heart  to  shine ; 
A  Savior — every  soul  to  save. 

4  Light  of  the  Gentile  world  appear. 

Command  the  blind  thy  way  to  see : 
Our  darkness  chase,  our  sorrows  cheer. 
And  set  the  plaintive  pris  'ner  free. 


80  CHRIST.      . 

5  Me,  roe,  who  still  in  darkness  sit. 

Shut  up  in  sin  and  unbelief; 
Deliver  from  this  gloomy  pit, 

This  dungeon  of  despairing  grief. 

6  Open  mine  eyes  the  Lamb  to  know, 

Who  bears"^  the  general  sin  away  ; 
And  to  my  ransom  'd  spirit  show, 
The  glories  of  eternal  day. 


114  [146]  C.  M.  Steele. 

The  Atoning  Blood  of  Christ. 

A'ND  did  the  holy  and  the  just — 
The  sovereign  of  the  skies. 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust. 
That  guilty  man  might  rise? 

2  Yes — the  Redeemer  left  his  throne — 

His  radiant  throne  on  high — 
Surprising  mercy !  — love  unknown ! 
To  suffer — bleed — and  die 

3  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 

The  Savior  left  the  skies. 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe. 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

4  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place. 

And  suffered  in  his  stead  ; 
For  sinful  man — oh,  wond  'rous  grace  ! 
For  sinful  man — he  bled 

5  O  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell. 

In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell. 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 


CHRIST  81 

115  CM.  Cowper, 

Sufficiency  of  the  Atonement. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. 
Drawn  from  Immanuers  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain,  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E  'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  faltering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I  'II  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

116  [141  j  C.  M.  Watta. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief  ; 
He  saw,  and — 0,  amazing  love!  — 
He  ^c^v^  to  our  relief. 


3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above. 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled. 
Entering  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead 

4  0,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break. 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Savior's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

117  C.  M.  Watts. 

Christ  the  Substance  of  the  Levitical  Priesthood. 

THE  true  Messiah  now  appears; 
The  types  are  all  withdrawn: 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

3  The  smoking  sweet  and  bleeding  lamb. 
The  kid  and  bullock  slain, 
And  costly  spice,  of  every  name, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain, 

3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 

"His  mitre  and  his  vest. 
When  Christ,  the  Lord,  comes  down  to  be 
The  offering  and  the  priest. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flesh,  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below. 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "Forgive,"  he  cries,  "forgive  their  sins. 

For  I  myself  have  died;" 
And  then  lie  shows  his  opened  veins. 
And  plonds  his  wounded  side. 


118  10, 7, 9.  Anon, 

The  Atonement. 

SAW  ye  my  Savior,  saw  ye  my  Savior, 
Saw  ye  my  Savior  and  God  ? 
O  !  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me. 

And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended — He  was  extended. 

Painfully  nailed  to  the  cross: 
Here  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died. 
Thus  ray  Lord  was  crucified. 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding — ^Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain. 
And  th€  solid  rocks  were  rent 
Through  creation's  vast  extent. 

When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

4  Darkness  prevailed — darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land. 
And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
When  his  Majesty  Divine 

Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finish' d — when  it  was  finish'd, 

And  the  atonement  was  made. 
He  was  taken  by  the  great. 
And  embalni'd  in  spices  sweet. 

And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Savior — hail,  mighty  Savior, 

Prince,  and  the  author  of  Peace  ! 
0  !  he  burst  the  bars  of  death. 
And,  triumphant,  from  beneath, 

He  ascended  to  mansinn^^  of  bliss. 


84 


There  interceding — there  interceding, 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live. 

Crying,  "Fathei-,  I  have  died, 

0  behold  my  hands  and  side, 
0  forgive  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

"I  will  forgive  them — I  will  forgive  them, 
When  they  repent  and  believe: 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee. 

And  be  reconciled  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receieve." 


119    [198]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Fullness  and  Sufficiency  of  the  Atonement. 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress: 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 
Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am, — 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came — 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  t'  atone, — 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, — 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God, 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, — 
For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul  was  shed. 

5  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  fpv  all  a  ransom  paid. 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 


CH&IST.  85 

120  [145]  s.  M.  Watts. 

Clirist  our  Sacrifice. 
"TVrOT  all  tlie  blood  of  beasts, 
IM    On  Jewish  altars  slain. 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name. 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear. 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree. 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice. 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


121  [143]  8s,  7s,  &  4s.  Francis. 

The  Expiring  Savior. 
'ARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 


H 


Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth — and  vails  the  sky  ! 

"It  is  finished  I" — 
Hear  the  dying  Savior  cry  I 


86  CHRIST. 

2  "It  is  finished  !" — oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  channing  words  afford  1 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord ! 

"It  is  finished  r— 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record ! 

3  Tune  your  hearts  anew,  ye  seraphs; 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme: 
All  in  earth  and  heaven  uniting. 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

122  L.  M.  Stennett. 

The  Atoning  Blood. 

HOW  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear. 
Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar  ! 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  Eternal  Mind? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  crieS;, 
jSTot  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 

Not  infant  blood  profusely  spilt, 
"Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

3  Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  thine  alone. 
Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone; 
Here  will  we  rest  our  only  plea, 
"When  we  approach,  great  God,  to  thee. 

123  7s.  C.  Wesley, 
Cleansing  Blood. 

JESUS,  to  thy  wounds  I  fly; 
Purge  my  sins  of  deepest  dye; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 
Wash  away  my  crimson  stain. 


87- 


Plunge  me  in  that  sacred  flood. 
In  that  fountain  of  tiiy  blood; 
Then  thy  Fathei*'s  eye  shall  see 
Not  a  spot  of  guilt  in  me. 


124  [144]  0.  M.  Campbell. 

The  Atonement  the  Only  Ground  of  Pardon. 

IN  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 
By  methods  of  our  own: 
Blest  Savior,  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threatenings  of  thy  broken  law 

Impress  the  soul  with  dread: 
If  God  his  sword  of  justice  draw, 
It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

3  But  thy  atoning  sacrifice 

Hath  answered  all  demands; 
And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Are  blessings  from  thy  hands. 

4  'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  0  Lord; 

'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest : 
Forever  be  thy  love  adored. 
Thy  name  forever  blest. 


HIS   SUFFERINGS     AND     DEATH. 

125  [130]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Godly  Sorrow  at  the  Cross. 

ALAS  ]  and  did  my  Savior  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov 'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


88  CHRIST. 

2  "Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done. 

He  groan 'd  upon  the  tree  ! 
Amazing  pity  !  Grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
"When  Christ,  the  mighty  maker,  diea, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin  ! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face. 

While  his  dear  cross  appears. 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe: 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

126    [131]  C.  M.  S.  Wesley,  sen. 

He  Died  for  Thee. 

BEHOLD  the  Savior  of  mankind, 
In  ail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd. 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  I 

2  Hark  how  he  groans !  while  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 

The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks^ 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done !  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"Receive  my  soul !  "  he  cries: 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  I 

4  But  soon  hell  break  death's  envious  chain 

And  in  full  glory  shine: 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  I 


CHRIST.  89 

127  [132]  L.  M.  Fawcett. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

BEHOLD  the  sin-atouing  Lamb, 
"With  wonder,  gratitude  and  lore. 
To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame. 
See  him  descending  from  above. 

2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid; 

He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load; 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid, 
In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood* 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world,  he  dies; 

Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb  I 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 

4  Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound; 

He  can  the  richest  blessings  give; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found. 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 

5  Jesus,  ray  Lord,  I  look  to  thee; 

Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go ! 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 

128  [142 J  L.  M.  Steeles. 

Sufferings  of  the  Redeemer. 

STRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  Savior  dies 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise! 
See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  And  didst  thou  bleed — for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
Ko,  he  withdrew  his  quick'ning  ray. 
And  darkness  vail'd  the  mourning  day, 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe. 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow; 


99  CHRIST. 

And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart. 
To  -warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 
Till  all  its  pow'rs  aud  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

5  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  help  me  bear 
More  of  thy  sacred  imago  here; 

Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  foUow'i's  of  the  Lamb. 

129  [138]  C.  M.  Anon. 

GetTisemane. 

LISTEN",  my  soul,  while  Jesus  prays 
In  dark  Gethsemane: 
"Father,  if  it  be  possible. 
Remove  this  cup  from  me !" 

2  What  must  have  been  the  bitter  draught 

Of  that  mysterious  cup  ! 
"jSTevertheless  thy  will  be  done  ! 
Content  I  drink  it  up." 

3  Then  on  the  cold  and  midnight  ground 

He  bows  his  sacred  face; 
Tortur'd  with  unknown  agony. 
More  earnestly  he  prays. 

4  Angels  support  his  sinking  frame; 

Blood  oozes  from  his  veins; 
My  wondVing  soul,  hence  leam  the  weight 
Of  thy  Redeemer's  pains. 

130  [140]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Desire  to  Suffer  with  Christ. 


0 


THOU  dear  sufF'ring  Son  of  God, 
How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move  ! 


CHRIST.  91 

Help  me  to  catch  thy  precious  blood; 
Help  me  to  taste  thy  dying  love  ! 

2  The  earth  could  to  her  center  quake, 

Convuls'd  while  her  creator  died; 
0  let  my  inmost  nature  shake. 
And  aie  with  Jesus  crucifi'd  ! 

3  At  thy  last  gasp  the  gi*aves  di  splay 'd 

Their  horrors  to  the  upper  skies; 
0  that  my  soul  might  burst  the  shade. 
And,  quicken'd  by  thy  death,  arise  I 

4  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death. 

And  tremble,  and  asunder  part: 

O  rend  with  thine  expii'ing  breath. 

The  harder  marble  of  my  heart. 

131  L.  M.  Watts. 

Pardon  Through  the  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  soitows  of  our  Lord; 
Behold,  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 

3  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restored; 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known. 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

4  O,  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive. 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 


93 


132  [133]  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  Effects  of  Christ's  Sufferings. 

BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  I 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  heart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eteraal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  missioi  of  his  Son; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause. 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies  !  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood; 
He  rises  and  appears  a  God. 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence,  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

133  [147]  L.  M.  StennetU 

Christ  Expiring  upon  the  Cross. 
'rpiS  finished!  so  the  Savior  cried, 

JL    And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died; 
'Tis  finished — yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished  ! — all  that  heaven  decreed. 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said. 

Is  now  fulfilled,  as  long  designed. 
In  me,  the  Savior  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finished  ! — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purpl-e  gore; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain. 
And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 


98 


4  'Tis  finished  ! — this,  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind"  atone; 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finished  I — heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled: 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  finished  I — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  'round; 

'Tis  finished  ! — let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 


134  L.  M.  Tfatts. 

Consecration  in  View  of  the  Cross. 

WHEN"  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss. 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down: 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  "Were  all  the  realm  of  nature  mine. 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


94  CHRIST. 

135  P.  M.  Anon. 

Christ  in  the  Garden. 

HALLOWED   Gethsemane, 
Once  the  Savior  knelt  in  thee. 
And  upon  the  midnight  air 
Rose  his  voice  in  humble  prayer: 
Father,  hear  thy  suff 'ring  Son, 
Yet  thy  holy  will  be  done  : 
Hark  !  methinks  I  hear  him  say, 
Let  this  cup  now  pass  away. 

2  SoiTowful  Gethsemane, 

There  the  Savior  bowed  for  me; 
Lord  of  all,  behold  he  pleads; 
Sinless,  yet  behold  he  bleeds  : 
All  this  fearful  agony, 
0  my  soul,  he  bears  for  thee, 
Freely  for  thee  there  drinks  up 
To  its  dregs  the  bitter  cup. 

3  Triumphant  Gethsemane ! 
Satan's  power  was  crushed  in  thee; 
For  when  Jesus  humbly  knelt 

To  the  stroke  man  should  have  felt, 
Man  was  rescued  in  that  hour 
From  the  yoke  of  Satan's  power; 
Rescued  then,  he  hopes  to  rise 
To  the  joys  of  Paradise. 


136  L.  M.  W.  B.  Tappan 

Christ  in  Gethsemane. 

?rpiS  midnig'ht;  and  on  Olive's  brow 

J_    The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone; 
'Tis  midnight;  in  the  garden,  now. 
The  Buffering  Savior  prays  alone. 


cHnisT.  95 

2  'Tis  midniglit ;  and,  from  all  removed. 

The  Savior  -u^restles  lone,  ^rith  fears; 
E'en  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  teai's. 

3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  "blood; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight;  and  fitom  ether  plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Savior's  woe. 

137  S.  M.  Watts. 

Christ  Suffering  for  our  Sins. 

LIKE  sheep  we  went  asti'ay. 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid. 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour, 
Upon  the  Shej)herd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace. 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  let  him  see  a  numerous  seed. 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

5  "  I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"A  portion  with  the  strong: 

He  shall  posses?  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honors  long." 


96 


HIS   RESURRECTION. 

138  [148]  7s.  Cudworth. 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 

CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-daj, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say; 
Raise  your  songs  of  triumph  high; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and,  earth,  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  "svork  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  risej 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King; 
Where,  0  Death,  is  novr  thy  sting? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save; 
Where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head: 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 


139  [151]  L.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  King  of  Glory. 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead. 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  1 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  tha  sky. 


LHUI.-T.  97 

2  There  his  triainpuant  cliariot  ■vvaits. 

And  augel-i  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Lift  up  your  lieads,  ye  heavenly  gates 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  j^ive  "way. 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  ina«sy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene; 
He  claims  his  mansions  as  his  right; 
Receive  the  King  of -glory  in. 

4  "Who  is  the  King  of  Glory — who  ? 

The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame: 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew, 
And  Jesus  is  the  couqu'ror's  name. 

5  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits. 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay. 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

6  Who  is  this  king  of  gloiy — who  ? 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed; 
The  king  of  saints,  and  angels  too; 
God  over  all  forever  blest. 

140  H.  M.  Doddndge. 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 

YES,  the  Redeemer  rose; 
The  Savior  left  the  dead. 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head: 
In  wild  dismay,  \      Fall  to  the  ground. 

The  guards  around    |      And  sink  away. 

2  Behold,  th'  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet. 
To  wait  his  high  commands. 
And  worship  at  his  feet : 
With  joy  they  come,        From  realms  of  day 
And  winsr  their  wav         To  Jesus'  tomb. 


1 


98  CHRIST. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  Qy, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 
Hark !  as  they  soar  on  high. 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say,    \      Hath  left  the  dead; 
"TheLord,  who  bled  j      He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound. 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell. 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell; 
Transported,  cry,      I      Hath  left  the  dead, 
"The  Lord,  who  bled  }      No  more  to  die." 

141  [149]  L.  M.  Watts. 

Death  and  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

HE  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies, 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  Islood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree. 

The  Lord  of  gloiy  dies  for  man  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see: 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb; 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise;)^ 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns; 
Sing  how  hc'spoil'd  the  hosts  of  heJ], 
And  led  tlie  monstor   death,  in  chains  ! 


6  "Say,  "live  forever,  wond'rous  King ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "where' s  thy  sting? 
A  ad  Where's  thy  vict'ry  "boasting  grave  ? 

142  [156]  L.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Your  Life  is  Hid  with  Christ, 

YE  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 
If  ris'n  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  below, 
His  resuiTection's  pow'r  declare. 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove; 

By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiv'n  ! 
And  seek  the  glorious  things  above. 

And  follow  Christ,  your  head,  to  heaven, 

3  There  your  exalted  Savior  see. 

Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 
In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  life  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire. 

Contending  for  your  native  place: 
And  emulate  the  angel  choir. 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

5  For  who  by  faith  your  Lord  receive, 

Ye  nothing  seek  or  want  beside; 

Dead  to  the  world  and  sin  ye  live. 

Your  creature  love  is  crucifi'd. 

G  Your  real  life  with  Christ  concealed, 
Deep  in  the  Father's  bosom  lies  ; 
And  glorious  as  your  Head  reveal'd, 
Yf  soon  shall  meet  him  in  the  skie^. 


im 


143  S.  M.  Kelly. 

The  Lord  Risen  Indeed. 

"  rpHE  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

JL    The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey; 
With  Him  shall  rise  the  ransomed  seed 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

2  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more; 
He  lives  His  people's  cause  to  plead. 
Whose  curse  and  shame  He  bore. 

3  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed;'* 

Attending  angels,  hear; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed. 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord; 
Join  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs. 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

144  7s.  Newton 
Weeping  Mary 

MARY  to  her  Savior's  tomb 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn: 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone. 
For  a  while  she  weeping  stood, 

Struck  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 
Shedding  tears,  a  plenteous  flood. 
For  her  heart  supplied  her  eyes. 

2  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice: 
Just  before,  she  thought  him  dead, 
Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice: 


101 


"Wliat  a  change  his  word  can  make. 

Turning  darkness  into  day ! 
You  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 
He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

He  who  came  to  comfort  her. 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost. 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-toss'd: 
On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ: 
Weeping  for  a  while  may  last. 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy. 


145  L.  M.  Watts. 

Deity,  Humiliation,  and  Exaltation,  of  Christ. 

IVrOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
1\    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son; 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays. 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light. 

And  those  bright  robes  he  wore  above: 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love ! 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

Th'  almighty  Captive  prisoner  lay; — 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth. 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4  Among  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns: 
His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongue;? 
And  echoes  tJirough  the  heavenly  plains. 


102 


146  8s,  7s  (fe  4s.  Anon 

Joys  of  the  Resurrection. 

HAIL,  thou  happy  morn,  so  glorious  ! 
Come,  ye  saints,  your  griefs  give  o'er; 
Sing  how  Jesus  rose  victorious. 
By  His  o-^n  almighty  power: 

Hallelujah ! 
To  the  glorious  Son  of  God. 

2  Countless  bands  of  angels  glorious. 

Cloth' d  in  bright  ethereal  blue; 
Straight  the  sound  of  Christ  victorious 

From  their  silver  trumpets  flew: 
Christ  triumphant 
Rises,  Conqueror  o'er  the  tomb. 

3  Is  that  He  who  died  on  Calvary, 

Who  was  pierc'd  with  many  a  spear? 
Clad  with  countless  suns  of  glory. 

See,  He  rises  through  the  air  : 
Hallelujah ! 
Zion's  mourner,  now  rejoice. 

4  Tremble,  ye  who  Him  rejected, 

Lo !  He  breaks  through  yonder  cloud; 
Rise,  ye  saints,  and  shout  triumphant. 

Victory  !  through  Jesus'  blood: 
Hark !  the  trumpet 
Sounds  the  resurrection  morn. 


147  L.  M.  Wardlaw. 

Christ  the  Unsetting   Sun. 

HAIL  !  morning  knov>-n  among  the  blest, — 
Morning  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love, — 
Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest. 
Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above. 


HOLY  sriiiiT.  103 

2  Blest  be  iLe  Father  of  our  Lord, 

"Who  from  llie  dead  lialh  brouglit  His  Son, 
Hope  to  tlie  lost  Ava?  then  restored. 
And  everlasting  glory  -vron. 

3  Scarce  morning  twilight  liad  begun 

To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away 
When  Christ  arose — unsettiug  sun — 
The  dawn  of  joy's  eternal  day. 

4  Mercy  looked  down  with  smiling  eye, 

When  our  Immanuel  left  tlie  dead; 
Faith  marked  His  bright  ascent  on  high, 
And  Hope,  with  gladness,  raised  her  head. 

5  Descend,  0  Spirit  of  tlie  Lord  ! 

Thy  fire  to  every  bosom  bring, 
Then  shall  our  ardent  hearts  accord. 
And  teach  our  lips  God's  praise  to  sing. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

HIS     DEITY     AND     PEESONALITY. 

148  7s  <fe  6s.  C.  WcsUi/, 

God  the  Hohj  Ghost, 

ri  OD  of  all  consolation, 
VJ  The  Holy  Ghost  thou  art; 
Thy  secret  inspiration 

Hath  told  it  to  my  heart: 
The  blessing  I  inherit. 

Through  Jesus"  prayer  bestow'd, 
The  Clomforter,  the  Spirit, 

The  true  eternal  God. 


104  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

2  With  God  the  Son  and  Savior, 

With  God  the  Father  one. 
The  tokens  of  his  favor 

Are  now  to  man  made  known. 
An  ante-past  of  heaven 

Thou  dost  in  me  reveal. 
Attest  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  my  salvation  seal. 

3  The  indubitable  witness 

Of  thy  own  Deity, 
Thou  giv'st  my  soul  its  fitness 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see: 
Thy  comforts,  gifts,  and  graces. 

My  largest  thoughts  transcend, 
And  challenge  endless  praises. 

When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 

149  S.  M.  Montgomery 

The  Holy  Ghost  Almighty. 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour. 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power: 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord — 
The  spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath. 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind — 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe: 

4  The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above, 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire. 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  105 

5  "Spirit  of  light,  explore 

And  chase  our  gloom  awaj, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

6  Spirit  of  truth,  be  thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified. 

150  L.  M.  Anon. 
The  Holy  Ghost  the  Creator. 

COME,  0  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest; 
Come,  -with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid. 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Paraclete !  to  Thee  we  cry; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
0  fount  of  life  !  0  fire  of  love  ! 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above. 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high. 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  ns  drive  the  foe  we  dread. 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide. 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

151  C.  M.  Beddome. 

Sovereignty  of  the  Spirit. 

THE  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind. 
Blows  when  and  where  he  please: 
How  happy  are  the  men  who  feel 
The  soul  enlivening  breeze  ! 


106  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

2  He  moulds  the  carnal  mind  afreah 

Subdues  the  power  of  sin, 
Transforms  the  heart  of  stone  to  flesh, 
And  plants  his  grace  within. 

3  He  sheds  abroad  the  Father's  lov 

Applies  redeeming  blood, 
Bids  both  our  guilt  and  fear  remove. 
And  brings  us  home  to  God. 

4  Lord,  fill  each  dead,  benighted  soul 

With  light,  and  life,  and  joy: 
N'one  can  thy  mighty  power  control. 
Or  shall  thy  work  destroy. 


PROMISE     OF     THE      SPIRIT. 

152  L.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  l-romised  Comforter. 

LORD,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 
The  apostolic  promise  given; 
We  wait  the  pentecostal  powers, — 

The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  heaven. 

2  Assembled  here  with  o'ne  accord, 

Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, — 
The  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord; 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  fill  the  place. 

3  If  every  one  that  asks  may  find, — 

If  still  thou  dost  on  sinners  fall, — 
Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind; 
Great  grace  be  now  upon  us  all. 

4  Ah  !  leave  us  not  to  mourn  below. 

Or  long  for  thy  return  to  pine; 
Xow,  Lord,  the  Comforter  bestow. 
And  fix  in  us  the  Guest  divine. 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  107 

153  L.  M.  Wesley, 

The  Savior's  Legacy. 

JESUS,  we  on  the  words  depend, 
Spoken  by  thee  while  present  here, — 
The  Father  in  my  name  shall  send 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter. 

2  That  promise  made  to  Adam's  race, 

Now,  Lord,  in  us,  we  pray,  fulfill; 
And  give  the  Spirit  of  thy  grace. 
To  teach  us  all  thy  perfect  will. 

3  That  heavenly  Teacher  of  mankind, 

That  Guide  infallible,  impart, — 
To  bring  thy  sayings  to  our  mind. 
And  write  them  on  each  faithful  heart. 

4  He  only  can  the  words  apply, 

Through  which  we  endless  life  possess; 
And  deal  to  each  his  legacy, — 
Our  Lord's  unutterable  peace. 

154  L.  H.  Steele. 

The  Spirit  Nigh. 

SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh — 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die. 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control. 

And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice? 

3  What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 

Can  raise  ray  heart  from  earth  and  dust. 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust? 


108  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

4  And  when  my  cheerful  soul  can  say, 

"I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace/' 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 

"Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace. 

5  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  0  God  of  love; 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


PRAYER     FOR     THE     SPIRIT. 

155  C.  M.  Watts. 

His  Quickening  Power, 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rale; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


HOLY   SPIRIT.  109 

6  [66]  L.  M  Watts. 
Deprecating  the  Withdrawal  of  the  Spirit. 
^TAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

J  Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
ror  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Xor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

^hough  I  have  steeFd  my  stubborn  heai't, 
And  still  shook  off  my  guilty  fears; 

ind  vexed,  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long,  rebellious  years. 

'hough  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all  whoe'er  thy  grace  receiv'd  I 

'en  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen; 
Tea  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd: 

^et,  0  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest; 

ror  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

'his  only  woe  I  deprecate  ; 

This  only  plague  I  pray  remove; 
ror  leave  me  in  my  lost  estate; 

Nor  curse  me  with  this  want  of  love. 

{"ow.  Lord,  my  weaiy  soul  release, 
Upraise  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 

Lnd  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

7  L.  M.  Watts. 
Spirit's  Influences. 

ETERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  grace; 
?hy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
''rnm  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 


110  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

2  Enlightened  by  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day: 
Thine  inward  teachings  aiake  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy  voice 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind. 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 


158  7s.  Eeed. 

The  Sanct'ifier. 

HOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine. 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away; 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine: 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  H(l>ly  Ghost,  with  joy  divine. 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart; 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine. 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine; 
Ca-*t  down  every  idol  throne; 
Reign  supremo,  and  reign  alone. 


HOLY   SPIRIT.  Ill 

159  8s  &  7s.  NoeVs  Col 
Source  of  Blessings. 

HOLY  Source  of  consolation, 
Light  and  life  thy  grace  imparts; 
Visit  us  in  thy  compassion; 

Guide  our  minds,  and  fill  our  hearts. 

2  Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure. 

Thou  canst  bring  us  from  above; 
Lord,  we  ask  that  heavenly  treasure. 
Wisdom,  holiness,  and  love. 

3  Dwell  within  us,  blessed  Spirit; 

Where  thou  art  no  ill  can  come; 

Bless  us  now,  through  Jesus"  merit; 

Eeign  in  every  heart  and  home. 

4  Savior,  lead  us  to  adore  thee. 

While  thou  dost  prolong  our  days; 
Then,  with  angel  hosts  before  thee. 
May  we  worship,  love,  and  praise. 

160  8  lines  &s.  C.  Wesley. 
Ardent  Desires  for  the  Spirit's  Influences. 

COME,  holy,  celestial  Dove, 
To  visit  a  son-owful  breast; 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest. 
Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 

A  sinner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load; 
The  sense  of  acceptance  to  give. 

And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  the  blood, 

2  With  me  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove. 

And  strangely  withheld  me  from  sin, 
And  tried,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 
Mv  worthless  affections  to  win- 


112  HOLY   SPIRIT. 

The  ■work  of  thy  mercy  revive; 

Thy  uttermost  mercy  exert; 
And  kindly  continue  to  strive. 

And  hold,  till  I  yield  thee  my  heart. 

3  Thy  call  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  sigh'd  from  myself  to  get  free. 
And  groan'd  the  unspeakable  groan. 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  thee; 
Fulfill  the  imperfect  desire; 

Thy  peace  to  my  conscience  reveal; 
The  sense  of  thy  favor  inspire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel. 


161  5  7s,  <fe  3  6s.  Toplady 

Indwelling  Spirit  Implored. 

SAVIOR,  I  thy  word  believe; 
My  unbelief  remove; 
Now  thy  quickening  Spirit  give, 

The  unction  from  above; 
Show  me,  Lord,  how  good  thou  art; 

Now  thy  gracious  word  fulfill: 
Send  the  witness  to  my  heart, 
The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 

2  Blessed  Comforter,  come  down. 

And  live  and  move  in  me, 
Make  my  every  deed  thine  own, 

In  all  things  led  by  thee: 
Bid  my  sin  and  fear  depart. 

And  within,  oh!  deign  to  dwell; 
Faithful  Witness,  in  my  heart 

Thy  perfect  light  reveal. 

3  Whom  the  world  cannot  receive, 

0  Lord,  reveal  in  me; 

Son  of  God,  I  cease  to  live, 

Unless  I  live  to  thee: 


iiOLV    Sl'lKlT. 


Make  me  cboo.^e  the  better  part; 

0  do  thou  my  pardon  seal; 
Send  the  witness  to  my  heart, 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal 


162 


Prayer  to  the  Spirit. 


GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  divine. 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove. 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me. 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart. 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast. 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way; 
Pill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me.  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

163 


113 


StocJcer. 


S.  M. 
Imploring  His  Guidance. 

COME,  Spirit,  Source  of  light 
Thy  grace  is  unconfined; 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night. 
The  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Now  to  our  eyes  display 

The  truth  thy  words  reveal; 
Cause  us  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Delighting  in  thy  will. 
8 


Beddome. 


114  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

3  Thy  teaclaiDg's  make  us  know 

The  mysteries  of  thy  love. 
The  vanity  of  things  below. 
The  joy  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  maze  we  stray, 

O  spread  thy  beams  abroad; 

Point  out  the  dangers  of  the  way. 

And  guide  our  steps  to  God. 


AWAKENING  AND   INVITATION. 

164  [  26  ]  C.  M.  Fawcett. 

No  Peace  to  the  Wicked. 

SUSTISTERS,  the  voice  of  God  regai'd, 
'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day; 
He  calls  you  by  iiis  sacred  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast. 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  death. 

Why  will  you  persevere? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  breathe. 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days. 
To  reap  eternal  woe. 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live. 

Through  his  abounding  grace. 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive. 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 


AWAKENING    AND  INVITATION.  115 

165  [  2  ]  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Savior  at  the  Door. 

AMAZIIS^G  sight,  the  Savior  stands 
And  knocks  at  every  door ! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "1  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  jou  to  my  rest: — 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by. 
And  be  forever  blest- 

3  "'Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above. 
With  me  forever  dwell? 

4  I^ot  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 

Have  I  in  judgment  come; 
But  to  display  unbounded  grace. 
And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 

5  "Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night. 

And  bear  eternal  pain? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
With  me  forever  reign? 

6  "Say — will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice 

And  have  your  sins  forgiv'n? 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heav'n?" 

166  [310]  S.  M.  Anon. 

The  Spirit  Inviting. 

THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts. 
Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "Come  !" 


116  AWAKENING    AND  INVITATION. 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say- 

To  all  about  him,  "Come;'' 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O,  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come:" 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "I  quickly  come:" 
Lord,  even  so;  we  wait  thy  hour; 
0  blest  Redeemer,  come. 

167  [3]  L.  M.  Huntingdon. 

And  Yet  there  is  Room. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast. 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest; 
Te  need  not* one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  lord,  on  you  I  call. 
The  invitation  is  to  all: 

Come  all  the  world  !  come  sinner,  thou ! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  restless  wanderers  after  rest; 

Ye  poor  and  maim'd  and  halt  and  blind. 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive. 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live: 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Ifor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay, 
The  invitation  is  to-day; 

Come  in  this'  moment  at  his  call. 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all. 


AWAKENING  AND    INVITATION.  117 

168  [5]  S.  M.  Beddome. 

The  Savior's  Tears. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  ^reep. 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears— 

The  \rondering  angels  see  ! 

Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 

He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept — that  we  might  weep — 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear; — 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found. 
And  there 's  no  weeping  there. 


169  [7]  L.  M.  Anon. 

The   Thoughtless  Sinner. 

SIN'N'ERS,  0  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die? 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown. 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ! 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate; 

Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams. 
Madly  attempt  th'   infernal  gate. 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains, 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 


118  AWAKENING  AND    INVITATION. 

170  [B]  CM.  AnoTL 

Hardened  Sinner  Addressed. 

COME,  sinners,  you  'whose  hardened  hearts 
Xo  fears  of  hell  can  move, 
Come  hear  the  gospel's  mildest  voice 
That  tells  you,  "God  is  love." 

2  Thousands,  once  vile  and  base  as  you, 

SuiTound  the  throne  above; 
The  grace  that  changed  has  tuned  their  hearta 
To  sing,  that  "God  is  love." 

3  0  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Proclaim  that  "God  is  love." 


171     [4]  L.  M.  Watts. 

Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners 

<'riOME  hither,  all  ye  weaiy  souls, 
V^  Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come; 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils. 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest,  who  learn  of  me; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea. 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Blest  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  boar  it  with  delight; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck. 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light 

4  Jesus,  wo  come  at  tliy  command: 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mold  and  guide  us  at  tliy  will. 


AWAKENING  AND    INVITATION.  119 

172  [6]  8s,  7s,  &  4s.  Hart. 

Sinners  Entreated. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy. 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power; 

He  is  able. 
He  is  ■willing,  doubt  no  moi'e. 

2  l^ow  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

Goa's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance. 
Every  grace  tbat  brings  you  nigh; 

Without  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger 

N'or  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him: 
This  he  gives  you 
'Tis  the  spirit's  glim'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall. 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 
!N"ot  the  righteous. 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Savior  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suflSce? 


120  AWAKENING    AXE  INVITATION. 

6  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  tlie  merit  of  liis  blood- 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 

None  but  Jesus, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert. 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven. 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name- 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


173  [9]  S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Incorrigible  Sinner. 

DESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
What  multitudes  pursue ! 
Wliile  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  find  the  way 

Through  Christ  the  living  gate  ! 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  no  more  caressed, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that  *s  wide. 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  But  hear  the  Savior's  word, 

''Strive  for  the  heavenly  gate; 
Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cr-ies  too  late  !" 


ATTAJCRNING  AND   INVITATION.  121 

174  [10]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Difficulty  and  Dependence. 

STRAIT  is  the  way— the  door  is  strait. 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high: 
'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
"While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied. 

The  mind  and  will  renewed, 
Passion  suppressed — and  patience  tried. 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 

Fulfill  a  task  so  hard? 
Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform. 
And  give  the  free  reward 

175  [12]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Desire  for  a  Revival. 

ILOISTG  to  see  the  seasons  come, 
"When  sinners  will  come  flocking  home. 
To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love. 
And  sing  his  praise  in  realms  above. 

2  Hark,  how  the  Gospel  tmmpet  sounds. 
Inviting  sinners  all  around; 
Behold,  your  loving  Savior  stands. 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands . 

3  He  now  is  knocking  at  your  heai't, 
"Waiting  salvation  to  impart; 
He'll  wash  you  in  atoning  blood. 
And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 

176  [14]  L.  M.  Didght 

The  Accepted  Time. 

WHILE  Irfe  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found — and  peace  is  given-; 
Biit  soon — ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 


122  AWAKENING    AND  INVITATION. 

2  While  God  invites — liow  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste — oh,  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing. 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise; 
"No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
1^0  Savior  caU  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites — how  bless'd  the  day 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  1 
Come,  sinners,  haste — oh,  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

177  [16]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Gospel  Trumpet. 

LET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend. 
And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds. 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind. 

3  Eternal  wisdom  hath  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast. 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites. 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams. 

And  pine  away  and  die: 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  streams  that  never  dry. 


ATTAKRXING    AND  INVITATION'.  123 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 

In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
Salvation  in  abuntlance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  Gospel  grace. 

Stand  open  night  and  day; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away 

178   [11]  P.  M.  Medley. 

Crowns  at  Jesus'  Feet. 

HARK  !  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
xs  bringing  sinners  back  to  God: 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail!  all-victorious,  conqu'ring  Lord! 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd. 
Who  undertook  for  sinful  man. 

And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conqu'ring  souls,  fight  on! 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won. 
Then  palms  of  vict'ry  you  shall  bear. 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share; 
And  crowns  of  gloiy  ever  wear 

In  endless  day. 

4  There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
"With  saints  and  angels  all  combine. 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
"When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above 

In  endless  day. 


124  AWAKENING   AND  INVITATION. 

179  [13]  L.  M.  J.  Wesley, 

All-Sufficiency  of  God's  Chrace. 

HO  !  ev'iy  one  tliat  thirsts,  draw  nigh; 
'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  Gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call; 
"Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home. 
And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all." 

3  See  froin  the  Rock  a  fountain  rise; 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls; 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price. 
Ye  lab' ring,  burden'd,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give. 

Leave  all  you  have  and  are  behindj 
Frankly  the  ^ift  of  God  receive. 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

180  [15]  C.  M.  Hoskins. 

Object  of  Hearing. 

IN  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come. 
To  worship  at  thy  feet; 
0  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  who  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Savior's  voice; 
Thy  face  and  favor.  Lord,  we  seek, 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear. 

And  understand  thy  word. 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 


AWAKENING  AND  INVITATION.  125 

4  Here  let  thy  power  and  grace  be  felt, 

Thy  love  and  mercy  known; 
Our  icy  hearts,  0  Jesus,  melt, 
And  break  this  flinty  stone. 

5  Let  sinners.  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love. 
And  to  the  Savior  flee. 

6  This  house  with  grace  and  glory  fill, 

This  congregation  bless; 
Thy  great  salvation  now  reveal. 
Thy  glorious  righteousness. 


181  [17]  C.  M.  Colyer, 

The  Wanderer   Recalled. 

RETUR]^,  0  wanderer — now  return 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face ! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 
"Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer — now  retnrn  ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh: 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn. 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return ,'0  wanderer — now  return: 

Thy  Savior  bids  thee  live: 
Go  to  his  feet — and  grateful  leai'n 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer — now  return  ! 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear: 
Thy  father  calls — no  longer  mourn, 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 


126  AWAKENING    AND  INViTATION. 

182  L.  M.  SteeU, 
Christ  the  Physician  of  the  Soul. 

DEEP  are  the  wounds  wliicti  sin  has  made 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  Nature's  aid; 

The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 

2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found? 

And  is  no  kind  ph3-sician  nigh. 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound. 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near, 

Look  up,  0  fainting  soul,  and  live; 
See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  help  as  nature  cannot  give. 

4  See,  in  the  Savior's  dying  blood. 

Life,  health,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow: 
'Tis  only  that  dear,  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  woe. 

183  [21]  te.  M.  Dobell. 

Now  the  Accepted  Time. 
IVTOW  is  th'  accepted  time; 
1\    Now  is  the  day  of  grace; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time; 

The  Savior  calls  to-day; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come, 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 


AWAKENING    AND  INTITATIOX.  127 

\4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love; 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 

184  [23]  C.  M.  Medley, 

Fountain  of  Living  Waters. 

OWHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
"Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  'wounds; 

Your  every  burden  bring; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose, 
And  drink  with  thankful  heaits. 

4  A  host  of  sinners,  vile  as  you. 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

185  [24]  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Exhortation  to  Repentance. 

REPENT, —  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
!N'or  longer  dare  delay: 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 
O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 
His  heralds  are  dispatched  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 


128  AWAKENING   AND  INVITATION. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow. 

And  all  yonr  guilt  confess; 
Accept  the  offer 'd  Savior  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sounds. 

And  calls  yon  to  his  bar; 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bounds, 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

186  [18]  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

One  Thing  Needful. 

¥HY  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares. 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought. 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love? 
Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain? 

3  Kot  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
"When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  impart; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart; 
Kor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

187  [20]  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Accepted  Hour. 

IVrOW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 
W    0,  sinners,  come  away; 
The  Savior's  knocking  at  your  door; 
Arise  without  delay. 


AWAKEXIN(;    AND  INVITATION.  129 

2  0  don't  refuse  to  give  Lira  room. 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw; 
He'll  theu  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  jou  be 

If  destitute  of  grace; 
When  you  your  injured  judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

4  0  let  not  all  these  calls  be  vain, 

But  lend  a  listning  ear; 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again. 
When  wrapt  in  black  despair. 

188  [25]  S.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  Day  of  Vengeance. 

SIIS'IS'ERS,  the  call  obey. 
The  latest  call  of  grace: 
The  day  is  come,  the  vengeful  day 
Of  a  devoted  race. 

2  Enter  into  the  Rock, 

Ye  trembling  slaves  of  sin, 
The  Rock  of  your  salvation,  struck 
And  cleft  to  take  you  in. 

3  Jesus,  to  thee  we  fly. 

From  the  devouring  sword; 
Our  city  of  defense  is  nigh; 
Our  help  is  in  the  Lord. 

4  We  in  thy  word  believe. 

And  on  thy  promise  stay, 
Our  life,  which  still  to  thee  we  give, 
Shall  be  to  us  a  prey. 

5  Our  life  with  thee  we  hide. 

Above  the  furious  blast, 
And  shelter'd  in  thy  wounds  abide 

Till  all  the  xtoriii-  are  past. 
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130  AWAKENING   AND  INVITATION. 

189  [27]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

All  Things  are  Ready. 

SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word  I 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord: 
Be  wise  to  knoAV  your  gracious  day; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away  ! 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own. 
And  kiss  his  late  returning  son; 
Ready  your  loving  Savior  stands. 

And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love. 
Just  now  the  stony  to  remove; 

To  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash,  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait. 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate: 
Tuning  their  hai'ps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wondei*s  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father/Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready,  with  the  shining  host; 
All  heav'n  is  ready  to  resound, 

"The  dead's  alive!  the  lost  is  found  !" 

190  [29]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Pathetic  Appeal  to  tke  Sinner. 

SINNER,  the  Lord  invites  thee  now, 
To  feast  at  Mercy's  board; 
Where  canst  thou  find  such  nameless  joys, 
Or  sup  with  such  a  Lord  ? 

2  Mercy, — rich  mercy, — ^boundless,  free; 
Fruit  of  the  eternal  mind; 
Has  spread  her  ample  store,  and  cries — 
Come  hither  all  mankind  ! 


AWAKENiNQ  AND   INVITATION.  131 

3  But  who  regards  her  voice,  or  who 

Her  banquets  love  to  taste? 
While  thousands,  vain  excuses  plead. 
And  leave  her  courts  in  haste  1 

4  Will  these  apologize  for  thee 

When  the  pale  horse  appears? 
And  his  stern  rider  shakes  his  dart. 
And  vivifies  thy  fears? 

5  Will  these  avail,  when  nature  groans? 

Earth  from  her  center  flies  ! 
And  heaven  shall  energize  the  crash — 
Of  failing — flaming  skies  ! 


191  C.  M.  Anon. 

Excuses  Refuted. 

SECOND    PART. 

SHALL  heav'n  excuse  thy  blinded  mind, 
Refusing  floods  of  light, 
Which  mercy  pours,  while  Jesus  cries — 
Sinner,  receive  thy  sight? 

2  From  what,  poor  hungry,  thirsty  soul, 

Wouldst  thou  excused  be? 
From  manna,  such  as  angels  eat, 
And  living  waters  free? 

3  From  what,  diseased,  dying  soul, 

Wouldst  thou  excused  be? 
The  great  Physician — Balm  Divine, 
And  life,  eternally  ? 

4  Ah  !  sinners,  think,  how  many  years 

With  one  consent  you  've  strove. 
From  Mercy's  out-stretch'd  arms  to  fly. 
And  spurn  redeeming  love. 


132  AWAKENING   ANE  INVITATION. 

5  Yet  still  the  Master  calleth  tbee — 
See  Mercy  at  the  gate: 
Flv,  sinners,  strive  to  enter  in; 
Fly,  ere  it  be  too  late. 

192  [34]  C.  M.  Anon, 

God  Speaking  to  the  Sinner. 

WHAT  language  now  salutes  the  ear 
It  is  our  Father's  voice  ! 
Let  all  the  world  attentive  hear: 
And  ev'rv  soul  rejoice. 

2  Sinner,  he  kindly  speaks  to  thee, 

However  vile  thou  art; 
"Here's  grace  and  pardon,  rich  and  free; 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 

3  "For  thee,  a  traitor,  Jesus  bled, 

"And  sufiFer'd  dreadful  smart; 
"For  thee  the  Lord  was  crucified — 
"My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. 


193  [30]  L.  M.  Hyde. 

My  Spirit  Shall  Not  Always  Strive. 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul. 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2  Sinner !  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, — 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight 
And  yet  the  gate  of  merry  find. 


AWAKEXIXG   AND  INVITATION.  133 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man; 
Te,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

5  Sinner !  perhaps,  this  very  day. 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be: 
Oh  !  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

194  [33]  C.  M.  Anon. 
Encouragement  to  Despairing  Sinners. 

THERE  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word: 
"Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord." 

2  My  soul  obeys  the  Almighty's  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord, 
Oh !  help  my  unbelief. 

3  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood. 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly;       "      

Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm. 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all ! 

195  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
Sinner   Weighed  and  Found  Wanting. 

EAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye: 
Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high  ! 
There  will  his  justice  be  displayed. 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weighed. 


134  AWAKENING    AND  INVITATION. 

2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  \avr: 

Mark  -with  what  force  its  precepts  dra"w: 
"Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain? — 
Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  ho"W  vainl 

3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  those  dreadful  characters: 
"Tekel — thy  soul  is  wanting  found. 

And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground." 

4  Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  unbrace: 
Let  horror  shake  thy  tottering  knees: 
Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll. 
And  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 
Christ  has  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale: 
Still  does  the  gospel  publish  peace. 
And  s-how  a  Savior's  righteousness. 

6  Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save: 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engravej 
The  ponderous  load  of  guilt  remove. 
That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 

196  L.  M.  Watts. 

Life  the   Time  to  Serve  God. 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn. 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven: 
The  day  of  grace,  aud  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die; 
But  all  the  dea'd  forgotten  lie: 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  i;iiknowino'  and  unknown*. 


awaki;nix(;  and  invitation.  135 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost. 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust: 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then,  \rhat  nij  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue; 
Since  no  device  nor  vrork  is  found, 
N"or  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  gi'ound. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

197  C.  M.  Warn. 

None  Excluded  from  Hop<'. 

JESUS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 
Xor  is  thy  gospel  weak: 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  bow  th'  aspiring  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Doth  thy  salvation  flow; 
'Tis  not  confined  to  sex  or  age. 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  offered  to  the  prince. 

The  poor  may  take  their  shai'e; 
x^o  mortal  has  a  just  pretense 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come,  all  ye  vilest  sinners,  come; 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew: 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

5  His  doctrine  is  almighty  love; 

There's  virtue  in  his  name 
To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove. 
The  Yiou  to  a  lap.ib. 


136  AWAKKNING    AND  INYITATIO:?. 

198  -         8s,  7s,  &  4.  Reed. 
TJie  Sinner  Invited  and  Warned. 

HEAR,  0  sinner!  Mercy  liails  you; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Savior, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Trust  in  Jesus; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Mercy  calls. 

2  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  the  Saviop, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is*^  over; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away: 

Haste  to  Jesus ; 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

199  Ss,  7s,  &  4.  Allen. 
Glad  Tidings. 

SIISTNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above? 
Every  sentence,  0,  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love: 

Listen  to  it; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim: 
"Pardon  to  each  rebel  sinner; 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name:" 

How  important ! 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
And,  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears; 

Tender  heralds ! 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 


AWAKENING  AND  INVITATION.  137 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord? 
Can  you  slight  it? 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord. 

200  C.  M.  Anon. 
The  Barren  Fig-Tree. 

SEE,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord 
A  barren  fig-tree  stands; 
It  yields  no  fruit,  no  blossom  bears. 
Though  planted  by  his  hands. 

2  From  year  to  year  he  seeks  for  fruit. 

And  still  no  fruit  is  found; 

It  stands,  amid  the  living  trees, 

A  cumberer  of  the  ground. 

3  But,  see,  an  Intercessor  pleads. 

The  ban'en  tree  to  spare; 
"Let  justice  still  withhold  his  hand. 
And  grant  another  year. 

4  "Perhaps  some  means  of  grace  untried 

May  reach  the  stony  heart; 
The  seftening  dews  of  heavenly  grace 
May  life  anew  impart. 

5  "But  if  these  means  should  prove  in  vain, 

And  still  no  fruit  is  found, 
Then  mercy  shall  no  longer  plead, 
But  justice  cut  it  down." 

201  [86]  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Road  to  Life  and  to  Death. 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 
And  thousands  walk  together  there; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 


138  AWAKENING    AND  INVITATIOJT 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command: 
Nature  must  count  ber  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soiil  that  tires  and  faints. 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new — 
"Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain. 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

202  8s,  7s,  &  4.  Anon. 

Christ's  Yoke  Easy. 

COME,  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted — 
Bow'd  with  fruitless  sorrow  down; 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted, 
'^Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown  ! 
Look  to  Jesus — 
Mercy  flows  thro'  Him  alone. 

2  Take  His  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it, 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 

While  His  wisdom  guides  your  feei, 
Safe  to  glory, 
Where  His  ransom'd  captives  meet.   ' 

3  Sweet  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary. 

Light  to  newly-opened  eyes, 

Or  full  springs  in  deserts  "dreary. 

Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies: 

All  who  taste  it. 
Shall  to  rest  immortal  rise. 


A-^A'AKEXrXG  AXD    IXVlTATIOy.  139 

4  While  the  ^rounds  of  woe  are  healing. 

While  the  heart  is  all  resigned, 
'Tis  the  solemn  feast  of  feeling, 
'Tis  the  Sabbath  of  the  raind. 

None  but  Jesus  ♦ 

Can  the  broken  heart  up-bind. 

5  But  to  sing  the  rest  of  glory, 

Mortal  tongues  far  short  must  fall; 
Tongues  celestial  strive  to  reach  it. 

But  it  soars  beyond  them  all: 
Faith  believes  it,  Hope  expects  it. 
Love  desires  it — 

But  it  overwhelms  them  all. 

203  ['J'9]  7s.  Hastings. 

Invitation  to  Children. 

CHILDRESS" !  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  his  gracious  word; 
Seek  his  face  with  heart  and  mind 
Early  seek,  and  you  shall  find. 

2  Sorrowful,  your  sins  confess; 
Plead  his  perfect  righteousness; 
See  the  Savior's  bleeding  side; — 
Come — you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  his  worship  now  prepai-e; 
Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer; 
Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart 
iN'ever  from  his  ways  depart. 

204  [509]  C.  M.  Hart. 

Sin  Kills  Beyond  the  Tomb. 

YAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbeaz"; 
Repent,  thine  end  is  nigh; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far: 
0  think  before  thou  die. 


140  AWAKENING   AND  INVITATION. 

2  Reflect,  tliou  tast  a  soul  to  save; 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave? 
Ho"w  stands  that  dark  account? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there 's  no  defense; 

His  time  there 's  none  can  tell; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh  (perhaps  thy  greatest  cai'e) 

Shall  into  dust  consume; 
But,  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 


205  [78]  8s,  7s,  &  4.  .     Anon. 

Children   Exhorted. 

CHILDREIS^ !  hear  the  melting  story 
Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain; 
'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory; 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain? 

Oh  !  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 

2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly. 

So  displeasing  in  his  sight; 

Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy, 

They  alone  are  his  delight; 

Seek  his  favor. 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing. 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive; 
Seek  the  Savior's  richest  blessing; 
On  hi,s  precious  name  believe; 

He  is  waiting, — 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive? 


WAKENING  AND   INTITATION.  141 

206  C.  M.  Anon. 
The  Living  Waters. 

AT  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought 
His  drooping  frame  to  cheer: 
Samai-ia's   daughter  little  thought 
That  Jacob's  God  was  near. 

2  This  had  she  known,  her  fainting  mind 

For  richer  draughts  had  sigh'd; 
Xor  had  Messiah,  ever  kind, 
Those  richer  draughts  denied. 

3  The  man,  who  came  on  earth  to  die, 

How  few  appear  to  know  ! 
The  friend  of  sinners,  passing  by, 
Is  still  esteem'd  a  foe. 

4  The  sinner  must  the  stranger  know. 

Or  soon  his  loss  deplore: 
Behold  !  the  living  waters  flow: 
Come— drink,  and  thirst  no  more. 

207  C.P.M.  T.Hastings. 
The   Warning    Voice. 

THAT  warning  voice,  0  sinner  hear ! 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near. 
The  heav'nl}^  call  obey ; 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path. 
Flee  from  the  threat  ning  storm  of  wrath, 
That  rises  o'erthj  way. 

2  Soon  night  comes  on  with  thickening  shade 
The  tempest  hovers  o'er  thy  head. 

The  winds  their  fury  pour: 
The  lightnings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 
The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise; 

What  terrors  fill  that  hour. 


142  AWAKENING  AND    INVITATION. 

3  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear. 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace; 
Eenounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiv'n. 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heav'n, 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 

4  Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  "speaks. 
The  storm  is  hush'd,  the  morning  breaks. 

The  heav'ns  are  all  serene; 
Fresh  verdure  clothes  the  beauteous  fields, 
Joy  echoes  on  the  distant  hills, 

New  wonders  fill  the  scene. 


208  lis.  Anon. 

The  River  of  God. 

THE  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and 
love. 
Which,   flowing  in  Eden,  in  streams  from 

above. 
Refreshed,  eveiy  moment,  the  first  happy  pair, 
Till  sin  stopped  the  torrent  and  brought  in 
despair. 

2  0  wretched  condition  I    what    anguish   and 

pain ! 
They  thirst  for  the  fountain,  and  seek  it  in 

vain; 
To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief. 
They  drink,  but  the  draught  still  increases 

their  grief. 

3  Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  I  no  more  we  com- 

plain ! 
Our  Jesus  has  opened  the  fountain  again; 
Now  mingled  with  mercy,  and  rich  with  free 

grace, 
From  Sion  't  is  flowing  to  all  the  lost  race 


AWAKENING   AND  INVITATION.  143 

4  HoTV  happy  the  prospect !  how  pleasant  the 

road ! 
When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of 

God; 
Though  shallow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at  last, 
A  river  so  boundless  it  cannot  be  passed. 

5  Come  sinners,  poor  sinners!  'tis  boundless 

and  free — 
In  Eden  once  flowing,  'twas  opened  for  thee: 
This  water  has  virtue  to  heal  all  complaints  : 
Come  diink,  ye  diseased,  and  rejoice  with  the 
saints. 

6  Say  not  "I"m  a  sinner,  and  must  not  partake," 
For  this  very  reason  the  Lord  bids  you  take; 
Say  not  "Too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  all;" 
For  such,  not  the  righteous,  the  Lord  came  to 

call. 
209  8s  &  12s.  Anon. 

The  Harvest  Past. 

WHEN  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  sum- 
mer is  gone. 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er, 
"When  the  beams  cease  to  break,  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more: 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
blow. 
The  gospel  no  message  declare — 
Sinner,  how  canst   thou   bear  the  deep  wail- 
ings  of  woe? 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair? 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of 
peace. 
To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above, 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fullness  of 
bliss. 
Their  songs  to  the  Savior  they  love; 


144  AWAKENING   AND  INVITATION. 

Say,  O  sinner  !  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure, 
Who  fearest  no  troubles  to  come, 

Can  thy  Spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure, 
Or  bear  the  impeni tent's  doom? 


210  7s.  Anon. 

Fullness  of  Christ. 

BLEEDING  hearts,  defiled  bj  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean; 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  oppressed, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  your  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste, 
Turn  to  God,  0,  turn  and  live; 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wandered  far 
From  the  light  of  Bethlehem's  star. 
Trembling,  now  your  steps  retrace; 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  gi'ace. 

4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn. 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
JSTow  in  Israel's  Rock  confide; 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

5  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour. 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  power; 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely; 

Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 


A 


PENITENTIAL.  145 

PENITENTIAL. 

211  [35]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 
Yielding  to  Christ. 

t^D  cau  I  yet  delay. 
My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  niy  soul  from  eailli  away. 
For  Jesus  to  rec^nve? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield 

I  can  hold  out  no  more: 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  thee  conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsajke. 

My  friends,  my  all  resign ; 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take. 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  henc«  again  remove: 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul. 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thine  only  love  to  know: 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  Mjrlife,  my  portion  thou. 

Thou  all-sufficient  art: 
My  hope,  my  heav'nly  treasure,  now 
Enter  and  keep  my  heart 

212  [37]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Restore  My  Peace. 

AND  wilt  thou  yet  be  found. 
And  may  I  still  draw  near? 
Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound. 
Of  a  poor  sinner's  pray'r. 


146  rENITEXTIAL. 

2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford, 

If  still  the  same  thou  ait, 
To  thee  I  look,  to  thee  my  Lord  I 
Lift  up  a  helpless  heart. 

3  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast. 

The  strugglings  of  my  will, 
The  foes  that  inten'upt  my  rest, 
The  agonies  I  feel. 

4  The  daily  death  I  prove. 

Savior,  to  thee  is  known: 
'Tis  worse  than  death  my  God  to  love. 
And  not  my  God  alone. 

5  0,  my  offended  Lord, 

Restore  my  inward  peace; 
I  know  thou  canst ;  pronounce  the  word. 
And  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

6  I  long  to  see  thy  face, 

Th;^  Spirit  I  implore. 
The  living  water  of  thy  grace, 
That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 

213  [39]  L.  M.  T.  ScoU, 

Relying  Upon  Grace. 

WHY  droops  my  soul,  with  grief  oppressed? 
Whence  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  thy  wound? 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found? 

2  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  tearful  eyes; 
Behold  the  Prince  of  glory  dies  ! 
He  dies,  extended  on  the  tree. 

And  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  thee. 

3  Dear  Savior,  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 
Here  to  receive  a  cure,  or  die; 

But  ^race  forbids  that  painful  fear — 
Almighty  grace,  which  triumphs  here. 


PKNITENTUL.  147 

4  Thou  wilt  withdraw  the  poisoned  dart. 
Bind  up  and  heal  the  wounded  heart; 
With  blooming  health  my  face  adorn, 
And  change  the  gloomy  night  to  morn. 


214  [36]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley, 

Christ  the  Only  Refuge. 

AH !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  faint  I 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show. 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Savior  bids  me  come. 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home. 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

3  "What  is  it  keeps  me  back. 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Savior  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Jesus,  the  hind'rance  show, 

Which  I  have  fear'd  to  see; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

5  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  trying  power  display: 
Into  its  darkest  corner  shine. 
And  take  the  vail  away. 

6  I  now  believe,  in  thee 

Compassion  reigns  alone; 

According  to  my  faith,  to  me 

0  let  it.  Lord,  be  done  ! 


148  rENllKMIAI,. 

215  [38]  C.  M.  Dedham. 

Approacldng  the  Mercy  Seat. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat. 
Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 

With  this  I  venture  nigh; 
Thou  call'st  the  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 

By  Satan  sorely  prest;  .... 

By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O,  wond'rous  love !  to  bleed  and  die. 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

216  [41]  C.  M.  Jones, 

The  Resolution. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd. 
And  make  this  last  resolve; 

2  Fll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 
Have  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in. 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


PENITENTIAL.  149 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  my  gracious  King  approach 

Whose  scepter  pardon  gives: 
Perhaps  he  may  command  a  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  may  admit  my  plea. 

Perhaps  he'll  hear  my  pray'r; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 

217     [139]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Love  which  Passeth  Knowledge. 

OF  him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  he  11  relieve; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  giv'n  I 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  me  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins,  he  blush'd  in  bloody 
And  clos'd  his  eyes  to  show  us  God; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  *Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone, 

I  shed  my  tears,  and  make  my  moan  ! 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 


150  PENITENTIAL. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry; 
Ah  !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah,  who  that  loves  can  love  enough? 

218  [45]  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Admitting  Christ  to  the  Heart. 

AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand. 
In  all  her  winning  forms. 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admittance  plead. 

His  charming  voice  unheard? 
And  this  vile  heart,  for  which  he  bled, 
Remain  forever  barred? 

3  'Tis  sin,  alas!  with  tyrant'power. 

The  lodging  has  possessed, 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door. 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

4  Lord !  rise  in  Thine  all-conquering  grace. 

Thy  mighty  power  display; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  Thy  face 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

5  Te  vile  seducers  !  hence,  depart; 

Dear  Savior!  enter  in; 
Oh  !  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart. 
And  keep  out  every  sin. 

219  [47]  C.  M.  a  Wesky. 

The  Mourner  Blest. 

JESUS,  if  still  thou  art  to-day. 
As  yesterday,  the  same — 
Present  to  heal — in  me  display 
The  virtue  of  thy  Name! 


PENITENTIAL.  161 

2  If  still  thou  goest  about  to  do 

Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praise  may  show. 
Be  all  thy  wonders  show'd. 

3  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call. 

Thy  miracles  repeat ; — 
With  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

4  Loathsome  and  vile,  and  self  abhorr'd, 

I  sink  beneath  my  sin; 
But  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine,  can  make  me  clean. 

5  But  thou,  they  say,  art  passing  by  ! 

0  let  me  find  thee  near; 
Jesus,  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 
Thou  Son  of  David,  hear  ! 

6  Behold  me  waiting  in  the  way, 

For  thee,  the  heav'nly  Light; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  say, 
"Sinner,  receive  thy  sight !" 

220  [43]  L.  M.  GWyy. 

Not  Ashamed. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be— 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee? 
Ashamed  of  thee — whom  angels  praise  ? 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  1 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ? — that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  ! — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away — 
No  tear  to  wipe — no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell — no  eoni  to  save 


152  PENITENTIAL. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Savior  slain  ! 
And  oh  !  may  this  my  glory  be — 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

221  [46]  C.  M  a  Wesley. 
Ardent  Desire  for  Full  Salvation. 

I  ASK  the  gift  of  righteousness. 
The  sin  subduing  pow'r; 
Power  to  believe  and  go  in  peace. 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  I  ask  the  blood-bought  pardon  seal'd. 

The  liberty  from  sin  ; 
The  grace  infus'd,  the  love  reveal' d. 
Thy  kingdom  fix'd  within. 

3  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert. 

Art  thou  not  willing  too  ? 
To  change  this  old  rebellious  heart. 
To  conquer  and  renew  ? 

4  Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  I  dare  believe. 

So  arm  me  with  thy  pow'r. 
That  I  to  sin  shall  never  cleave. 
Shall  never  feel  it  more. 

222  [48}  C.  M.  Anon. 

Heavy-Laden  Invited. 

ALL  ye,  who  feel  distressed  for  sin. 
And  fear  eternal  woe. 
You  Christ  invites  to  enter  in — 
This  hour  to  Jesus  go  ! 

2  He,  by  his  own  almighty  word, 
Will  all  your  fears  remove; 
For  every  wound  his  precious  blood 
A  sovereign  balm  shall  prove. 


PENITENTIAL.  153 

3  His  conquering  grace  shall  set  you  free 

From  sin's  oppressive  chains. 
Prom  Satan's  hateful  tyranny. 
And  everlasting  pains. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  heavy-laden — come  1 

His  instant  help  implore  : 
Millions  have  found  a  peaceful  home — 
There's  room  for  millions  more. 

223  [49]  S.  M.  Anon, 

Ark  of  Safety. 

OH  cease !  my  wand'ring  soul. 
On  restless  wing  to  roam; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God  ! 

Behold  the  open  door; 
Oh  !  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode. 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide. 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest. 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

224  [  50  ]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Prisoners  of  Hope. 

LET  the  redeem'd  give  thanks  and  praise 
To  a  forgiving  God  ! 
My  feeble  voice  I  cannot  raise. 
Till  washed  in  Jesus'  blood: 

2  Till  at  thy  coming  from  above. 
My  mountain  sins  depart. 
And  fear  gives  place  to  filial  love. 
And  peace  o'erflows  my  heart. 


154  PBJUTBNTIAL. 

3  Pris'ner  of  hope,  I  still  attend 

Th'  appearance  of  ray  Lord, 
These  endless  doubts  and  fears  to  end. 
And  have  my  soul  restored  : 

4  Kestor'd  by  reconciling  grace; 

With  present  pardon  blest; 
And  fitted  by  true  holiness 
For  my  eternal  rest. 

5  The  peace  -which  man  can  ne'er  conceive. 

The  love  and  joy  unknown, 
Now,  Father,  to  thy  servant  give. 
And  claim  me  for  thy  own. 


225  [52]  L.  M.  Anon 

Repenting  and  Sinning. 

LORD  Jesus,  when — when  shall  it  be, 
That  I  no  more  shall  part  with  thee? 
When  will  this  war  of  passions  cease. 
And  my  free  soul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  again; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  slain: 
Slain  with  the  same  unhappy  dart. 
Which,  O,  too  often  wounds  my  heart. 

3  0  Savior,  when — when  shall  I  be, 
A  garden  seal'd  to  all  but  thee? 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone. 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone. 

4  Guide  thou,  0  Lord,  guide  thou  my  course. 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  sweet  force; 
Still  help  me  walk,  still  help  me  tend, 

By  thee,  my  way,  to  thee,  my  end. 


PEXlTE.NTiAl..  155 

226  [54]  L.  M.  a  Wesley, 

Looking  to  Christ  for  Sympathy. 

MY  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known, 
Tempted  in  every  point  like  me; 
Regard  my  grief,  regard  thy  own; 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary ! 

2  For  whom  didst  thou  the  cross  endure? 

Who  nailed  thy  body  to  the  tree? 
Did  not  thy  death  my  life  procure? 
0  let  thy  bowels  answer  me  ! 

3  Art  thou  not  touch'd  with  human  wofe? 

Hath  pity  left  the  Son  of  Man? 
Dost  thou  not  all  my  sorrows  know. 
And  claim  a  share  in  all  my  pain? 

4  Have  I  not  heard,  have  I  not  known. 

That  thou,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Whom  heaven  and  earth  their  maker  own, 
Ai't  always  faithful  to  thy  word ! 

5  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruised  reed, 

Or  quench  the  smallest  spark  of  gi*ace. 
Till  through  the  soul  thy  pow'r  is  spread, 
Thy  all-victorious  righteousness. 

227  [58J  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Godly  Sorrow. 

OFOR  that  tenderness  of  heart. 
Which  bows  before  thee.  Lord; 
Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art. 
And  trembling  at  thy  word  ! 

2  0,  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 
Which  from  repentance  flow; 
That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which  fears 
The  long  suspended  blow  ! 


3oG  PENITENTIAL. 

3  Savior,  to  me  in  pity  give 

The  sensible  distress: 
The  pledge  thoii  wilt,  at  last,  receive 
And  bi3  me  die  in  peace: 

4  Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove. 

Before  the  evil  come; 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above j 
My  body  in  the  tomb. 

228  [51]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley 

Only  hy  Faith. 

LORD,  I  despair  myself  to  heal; 
I  see  my  sin,  but  cannot  feel; 
I  cannot,  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  the  healing  waters  flow. 

2  'Tis  thine  a  heart  oi  flesh  to  give; 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive; 
Here,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign. 

To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal — are  thine. 

3  "With  simple  faith,  on  thee  I  call. 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all; 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool; 

I  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

4  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure; 
Make  my  infective  nature  pure: 

Peace,  righteousness  and  joy  impart 
And  pour  thy  love  into  my  heart ! 

229  [53]  C.  M.  Watts, 

Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 


PENITENTIAL.  157 

2  Go  to  the  ants  ;  for  one  poor  grain 

See  how  tliey  toil  and  strive; 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heavn  t'  obtain. 
How  negligent  we  live. 

3  "We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move; 
"We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above; 

4  "We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down 

And  labor'd  for  our  good, 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood? 

5  Lord,  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still. 

And  never  act  our  parts'? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  souls  to  rise; 
"With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize 

230  [56]  L.  M.  Hart. 

The  Stubborn  Heart. 

OFOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day. 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend ;  the  earth  can  quake; 
The  seas  can  roar;  the  mountains  shake: 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign. 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
0  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt: 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line. 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 


158  PBMTENTIAL. 

4  Thy  judgments  too,  which  devils  fear — 
Amazing  thought ! — unmoved  I  hear; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed; 
And,  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need: 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

231  [63]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Physician  Needed. 

OTHOU,  whom  once  they  flock'd  to  hear; 
Thy  words  to  hear,  thy  power  to  feel, — 
Suflfer  a  sinner  to  draw  near. 
And  graciously  receive  me  still. 

2  They  that  be  whole,  thyself  hast  said. 

No  need  of  a  physician  have; 
But  I  am  sick,  and  want  thine  aid. 
And  wait  thine  utmost  power  to  save. 

3  Thy  power,  and  truth,  and  love  divine. 

The  same  from  age  to  age  endure  : 
A  word,  a  gracious  word  of  thine. 
The  most  invet'rate  plague  can  cure. 

4  Helpless  howe'er  my  spirit  lies. 

And  long  hath  languish'd  at  the  pool: 
A  word  of  thine  shall  make  it  rise. 
And  speak  me  in  a  moment  whole. 

232  [65]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Waiting  Upon  the  Lord. 

STILL,  for  thy  loving  kindness,  Lord, 
I  in  thy  temple  wait; 
I  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word. 
Or  at  thy  table  meet. 


PEXITENnAIi.  159 

2  Here  in  thine  own  appointed  ways, 

I  wait  to  learn  thy  will; 
Silent  I  stand  before  thy  face. 
And  hear  thee  say,  "Be  still ! 

3  Be  still !  and  know  that  I  am  God !" 

'Tis  all  I  live  to  know; 
To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
And  spread  its  praise  below  ! 

4  1  wait  my  vigor  to  renew. 

Thine  image  to  retrieve  ! 
The  vail  of  outward  things  pass  through, 
And  gasp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  I  work;  and  own  the  labor  vain; 

And  thus  from  works  I  cease: 
I  strive,  and  see  my  fruitless  paiu, 
Till  God  cieate  my  peace. 

6  Fruitless,  till  thou  thyself  impart, 

Must  all  my  efforts  prove; 
They  cannot  change  a  sinful  heart; 
They  cannot  purchase  love. 

233  [61]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Conquering  Love  of  Jesus. 

OTHAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
Who  did  the  world  redeem; 
"Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live 
A  life  conceaFd  in  him ! 

3  0  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove. 
My  heart's  extreme  desire: 
Live  happy  in  my  Savior's  love. 
And  in  his  arms  expire. 

3  Mercy  I  ask  to  seal  my  peace, 
That  kept  by  mercy's  pow'r, 
I  may  from  eveiy  evil  cease. 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 


160  PENITENTIAL. 

4  In  ans\rer  to  ten  thousand  pray'rs, 

Thou  pard'ning  God,  descend; 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs, 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 

5  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside,. 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applied, 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 

234  [62]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Heart  of  Stone. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent; 
With  all  my  idols  partj 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart: 

2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest. 

For  having  grieved  my  God  ; 

A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest 

Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire; 
With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look. 

And  melt  my  hardness  down, 
Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone  ! 

235  [64]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley 
The  Light  Yoke  and  Easy  Burden. 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone; 
0  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 


PENITENTIAL.  161 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find: 

Savior  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art. 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin. 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 
Till  I  am  vrholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  -would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove; 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallowed  blood. 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

236  [67]  8s,  7s.  Anon. 

Savior's  Love  to  the  Penitent. 

SAVIOR,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor  ? 
Canst  thou  love  a  child  of  wrath? 
Can  a  hell-deserving  creature 
Be  the  purchase  of  thy  death  ? 

2  Is  thy  blood  so  efficacious, 

As  to  make  my  nature  clean  ? 
Is  thy  sacrifice  so  precious. 

As   to   free  my  soul   from   sin  ? 

3  Sin  on  every  side  surrounds  me, 

I  can  hear  of  no  relief; 
Pangs  of  unbelief  confound  me. 
Help  me.  Lord,   to  bear  my  grief. 

4  This  is  now  my  resolution. 

At  thy  dearest  feet  to  fall; 
Here  I'll  meet  my  condemnation. 
Or  a  freedom  from  my  thrall. 
11 


IV'4  PENITENTIAL. 

5  If  I  meet  witli  condemnation. 
Justly  I  deserve  tlie  same; 
If  I  meet  with  free  salvation, 
I  will  magnify  thy  name. 

237  [68]  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Earnest  of  Heaven. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  them,  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wilt  thou  banish   my  complaints. 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  my  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  bear  thy  witness,  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  bom  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love. 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safely  bear  me  home. 

238  [  69  ]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Girist's  Self-Denial  for  Sinners. 

WITH  glorious  clouds  encompass'd  round, 
Whom  angels  dimly  see; 
Will  the  unsearchable  be  found. 
Or  God  appear  to  me? 

2  Will  he  forsake  his  throne  above. 
Himself  to  worms  impart  ? 
Answer,  thou  man  of  grief  and  love. 
And  speak  it  to  my  heart. 


PEN1TE>TIAL.  163 

3  In  manifested  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  design: 
What  meant  the  suffering  Son  of  Man, 
The  streaming  blood  divine  ? 

4  Didst  thou  not  in  our  flesh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  might  now  perceive  thee  near, 
And  my  Redeemer  know? 

5  Come,  then,  and  to  my  soul  reveal. 

The  hights  and  depths  of  grace"! 
The  wounds  which  all  my  sorrows  heal. 
And  give  me  life  and  peace. 

6  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confess'd. 

Stand  forth  a  slaughter'd  lamb; 
And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimson  vest. 
And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 

239  [70]  S.  M.  C.  Weshy. 

Groaning  for  Deliverance. 

¥HEISr  shall  thy  love  constrain. 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest. 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  sti-ife. 

My  wand'ring  to  and  fro  ? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life  ; 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  me  did  freely  move: 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face. 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 

I  groan  to  be  set  free; 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call. 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 


164  rLNlT±;M'lAL. 

5  To  rescue  me  from  woe, 

Thou  didst  from  all  things  part, 
Didst  lead  a  suffering  life  below; 
To  gain  my  worthless  heart. 

6  My  worthless  heart  to  gain, 

"The  God  of  all  that  breathe. 
Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man. 
And  died  a  cursed  death. 

240  [71]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Sinner's  Plea  for  Help. 

THOU  man  of  grief,  remember  me, 
Who  never  canst  thyself  forget. 
Thy  last  mj^sterious  agony. 

Thy  fainting  pangs  and  bloody  sweat ! 

2  When  wr&stling  in  the  strength  of  pray'r, 

Thy  spirit  sunk  beneath  the  load; 
Thy  feeble  flesh  abhorr'd  to  bear 
The  scourges  of  a  dreadful  rod. 

3  Father — if  1  may  call  thee  so — 

Regard  my  fearful  heart's  desire; 
Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire ! 

4  I  tremble,  lest  the  wrath  divine. 

Which  bruises  now  my  wretched  soul; 
Should  bruise  this  wretched  soul  of  mine. 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

5  To  thee  my  last  distress  I  bring; 

The  highten'd  fear  of  death  I  find; 
The  tyrant,  brandishing  his  sting. 
Appeal's,  and  hell  is  close  behind. 

6  I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endless  banishment  from  thee; 
O  save,  and  give  me  to  thy  Sou, 
Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me  I 


rtMTENTIAL.  165 

241  [72]  C.  M.  Addison. 

Timely  Penitence. 

WHEX  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
0  erwhc4m'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  ]Maker  face  to  face, 
0,  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

Ani  mercy  may  be  sought,         m 
My  soul  with  inward  horror  shrinks. 
And  trembles  at  the  thought; 

3  When  thou,  0  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclos'd 

In  majesty  severe. 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
0,  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

4  0  may  my  broken,  contrite  heart. 

Timely  my  sins  lament. 
And  early,  with  repentant  tears. 
Eternal  woe  prevent, 

5  Behold  the  sorrows  of  my  heart. 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late; 
And  hear  my  Savior"  s  dying  groan. 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight ! 


242  C.  M.  Newton. 

Subdued  by  the  Cross. 

I'N  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear. 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight. 
And  stopped  my  wild  cai'eer. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree. 
In  agonies  and  blood; 
He  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 


166  PENITENTIAL. 

3  O,  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt 

It  plunged  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said,  • 

"  I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blooa  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  darkest  hue. 
Such  is  the  mysteiy  of  grace. 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

243  [74]  C.  M.  Steele. 

God's  Absence  Deprecated. 

OH  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye; 

2  See,  Lord,  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn: 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh  !  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail. 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide  !  my  Light ! 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 


PENITENTIAL.  167 

5  Oh  1  shine  on  this  benighted  heart. 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

244  [76]  lis  &  10s.  Moore. 

Consolation  for  the  Penitent. 

COME,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish. 
Come  to  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel: 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell 
your  anguish; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ! 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from 
above: 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love;  come,  ever-knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  but  heaven  can  remove. 

245  [73]  L.  M.  Newton. 

Christ  Knocking  at  the  Door. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0  lovely  attitude.  He  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands* 
O  matchless  kindness,  and  He  showa 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  I 


168  rENITENTIAL. 

3  But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary, 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroyinf^  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  Him  ere  his  anger  burn; 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  Him,  or  tlie  hour's  at  hand, 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

246  [75]  8s  &  7?.  Montgomery. 

The  Healing  Fountain. 

COME  to  Calv'ry's  holy  mountain. 
Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Mows  to  you, — to  me, — to  all, — 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide. 
Opened  when  the  Savior  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition. 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission; — 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore; 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more; — 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever, — 

'Trs  a  soul-reviving  flood: 
God  is  faithful — God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood; — 
Signed,  when  our  Redeemer  died. 
Sealed,  when  he  was  glorified. 


PKXITENTIAT..  169 

247  [77]  CM.  Dodd. 

Youth  Admonished. 

YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm ! 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Savior's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high. 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by. 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  his  face. 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain ; 
And  they  who  early  seek  his  grace. 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object.  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love. 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys  ! 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind; 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice. 
For  here,  true  bliss  I  find. 

248  S.  M.  Anon, 
Confession. 

ON"CE  more  we  meet  to  pray. 
Once  more  our  guilt  confess; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord,  thine  ear  away 
From  creatures  in  distress. 

2  Our  sins  to  heaven  ascend. 

And  there  for  vengeance  cry; 
0  God,  behold  the  sinner's  Friend, 
Who  intercedes  on  high. 


170  PENITENTIAL. 

3  Though  we  are  vile  indeed, 

And  well  deserve  thy  curse, 

The  merits  of  thy  Son  we  plead, 

Who  lived  and  died  for  us. 

4  Novr  let  thy  bosom  yearn. 

As  it  hath  done  before; 
Return  to  us,  0  God,  return. 
And  ne'er  forsake  us  more. 


249  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Prodigal's  Return. 

THE  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes. 
From  folly  J4ast  awake. 
Reviews  his  wanderings  with  surprise; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  *'  I  starve,"  he  cries,  "  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land, 
While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  "  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return 

And  seek  my  Father's  face; 
Unworthy  to  be  called  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place." 

4  Far  off  the  Father  saw  him  move. 

In  pensive  silence  mourn, 
And  quickly  ran,  with  arms  of  love. 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around; 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew; 
The  long-lost  son  is  found ! 


PENITiafTIAL.  171 

250  6,  8s.  a  Wesley. 

Wrestling  with  Christ. 

COME,  0  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold  but  cannot  see  ! 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee: 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day, 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am ; 

My  misery  and  sin  declare; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  ray  name. 

Look  on  thy  hands  and  read  it  there : 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  stiiigglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ! 
Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold; 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go. 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new  unutterable  name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell ; 

To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am. 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go. 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

5  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain. 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long? 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain: 

When  I  am  weak  then  I  am  strong ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 


172  PENITENTIAL. 

251  CM.  Middleton. 
Painful  Recollections. 

AS  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays. 
Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh? 
'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepared  to  die. 

2  The  world  and  worldly  things  beloved 

My  anxious  thoughts  employed  ; 
And  time,  unhallowed,  unimproved, 
Presents  a  fcaifal  void. 

3  Yet,  holy  Father,  wild  despair 

Chase  from  my  laboring  breast: 
Thy  grace  it  is  which  prompts  the  prayer; 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest. 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine; 

And  when  thy  sure  decree 
Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
0,  speed  my  soul  to  thee. 

252  [85]  L.  M.  Watts. 

Pardon   Penitently  Implored. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord;  0  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  cj-iraes,  though  great,  cannot  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin. 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here,  on  my  heart,  the  burden  lies. 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 


PENITENTIAL.  173 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
1  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death, 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell. 
Thy  righteous  law  apjDroves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

253  CM.  Steele. 

Sense  of  Ingratitude. 

DEAR  Savior,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
Low  at  thy  f'jet,  ashamed,  I  fall. 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall,  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  detained,  betrayed 
"From  Jesus  to  depart; — 

3  From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest; — 
When  absent  from   my  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfied,  unblest. 

4  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake 

My  wandering  soul  restores; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5  0,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  ]^>enitential  sigh. 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 


174  rENlTEMMAL. 

6  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet. 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face; 
And,  grateful,  own  hoAv  kind,  how  sweet. 
Is  thy  forgiving  grace. 

254  C.  M.  Jervis, 

Peace  to  the  Penitent. 

SWEET  is  the  friendly  voice  which  speakft 
The  words  of  life  and  peace, — 
That  bids  the  penitent  rejoice, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

2  No  healing  balm  on  earth,  like  this, 

Can  cheer  the  contrite  heart; 
"No  flattering  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Such  pure  delight  impart. 

3  Thou  still  art  merciful  and  kind; 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  reveal; 
The  broken  heart  thy  grace  can  bind. 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  Let  thy  bright  presence.  Lord,  restore 

True  peace  within  my  breast; 
Conduct  me  in  the  path  that  leads 
To  everlasting  rest. 

555  [80]  78.  Anon, 

The  Penitent  Inquirer. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !— can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear. 
And  the  chief  of  sinners  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face; 
Would  not  hear  his  gracious  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 


TENITENTIAL.  175 

3  Jesus,  ans-wer  from  above  : 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget, 
Lo,  I  fall  before  thy  feet. 

4  Now  incline  me  to  repent  ; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament; 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore; 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

256  C.  M.  S.  Stennett. 

Indwelling  Sin  Lamented. 

WITH  tears  of  anguish   I  lament, 
Here  at  thy  cross,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent. 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  0,  -was  there  e'er  a  heart  so  base. 

So  false,  as  mine  has  been — 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin? 

3  Yet,  I  remember,  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
I  feel  that  what  my  God  demands 
Is  his  most  rightful  due. 

4  Thy  word  I  hear,  thy  counsels  weigh 

And  all  thy  works  approve: 
Still,  nature  finds  it  hard  t'  obey. 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Savior,  shall  I  feel 

This  warfare  in  my  breast? 
In  mercy  bow  this  stubborn  will. 
And  give  my  spirit  rest. 

6  Break,  sovereign  grace,  O,  break  the  chann, 

And  set  the  captive  free; 
Reveal,  almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 


17b  I'tNlTEXTIAL. 

257  L.  M.  Steele. 
Sense  of  Sin. 

JESLTS  demands  this  heart  of  mime, 
Demands  my  love,  my  joy,  my  care; 
Bnt,  ah,  how  dead  to  things  divine. 
How  cold,  my  best  affections  are  ! 

2  'Tis  sin,  alas  !  with  dreadful  power, 

Divides  my  Savior  from  my  sight; 
O  for  one  happy,  shining  hour 
Of  sacred  freedom,  sweet  delight. 

3  Come,  gracious  Lord ;  thy  love  can  raise 

My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death. 
And  fill  my  heart  and  life  with  praise, 
And  tune  my  last,  expiring  breath. 

258  [18]  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Secret  Self-Examination. 

RETURN",  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat. 

In  these  sequestered  hours  di'aw  nigh. 

And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart. 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart. 
Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share. 
Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 


IM-SITENTIAL.  177 

259  C.  M.  Watt8. 

Seeldng  God. 

OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place 
"Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I  'd  spread  my  waut^   before  His  face, 
And  pour  my  'woes  abroad. 

2  I  'd  tell  Him  how  my  sins  arise; 

What  sorroTTS  I  sustain; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies. 
And  leaves  ray  heart  in  pain. 

3  Arise,  ray  soul,  from  deep  distress. 

And  banish  every  fear; 
He  calls  thee  to  His  throne  of  grace. 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

260  C.  M.  Newton. 

The  Prodigal  So^.^. 

AFFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severe, 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent: 
They  stopped  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  releiiting  felt 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 
When  famine  pinched  him  sore, 

3  ""What  have  I  gained  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 
Mv  fathers  house  abounds  with  bread, 
*W"hilc  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "I  '11  go  and  tell  him  all  I  've  done, 

And  fall  before  his  face; 
Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 
I  '11  seek  a  servant's  place." 
19 


176  PENITENTIAL. 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back; 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled. 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck, 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  "  Father,  I  've  sinned  ;  but,  0,  forgive  I" 

"Enough !  "  the  father  said; 
"Kejoice,  my  house  ;  my  son's  alive. 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 

7  "Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

And  spread  the  news  around; 

My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 

Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals. 

To  call  poor  sinners  home; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

261  L-  M.  Montgomery. 

Confession. 

I  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light, 
I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath. 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night. 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 

Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne: 
Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn. 

3  I  danced  m  folly's  giddy  maze. 

And  drank  the  sea,  and  chased  the  wind, 
But  falsehood  lurk'd  in  all  her  ways, 
Her  laughter  left  remorse  behind. 

4  I  dream  d  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers. 

While  pillowing  roses  stay'd  my  head; 
But  serpents  hiss'd  among  the  flowers: 
I  woke  and  thorns  wore  all  mv  bed. 


PENITENTIAL.  179 

6  In  riches  when  I  sought  for  joy. 

And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  tnist, 
I  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy. 
And  worldly  treasure  fleeting  dust. 

262  Ij-  M.  Montgomery. 

SECOND   PART. 

IWOO'D  ambition,  climb'd  the  pole. 
And  shone  among  the  stars, — but  fell 
Headlong  in  all  my  pride  of  soul. 
Like  Lucifer,  from  heaven  to  hell. 

2  Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast  down, 

Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly. 
Almighty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown  ? 
Eternal  justice,  from  thine  eye  ? 

3  Lo,  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears. 

My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace: 
The  Sun  of  righteous  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face. 

4  My  suffering,  slain,  and  risen  Lord, 

In  sore  distress  I  turn  to  thee: 
I  claim  acceptance  on  thy  word : 
My  God,  my  God,  forsake  not  me. 

5  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 

I  dare  not,  if  I  would,  despair: 
None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet. 
And  I  will  lie  forever  there. 

263  C.  M.  Anon. 
I  Will  Not  Let  Thee  Go. 

AS  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old. 
So  will  my  soul  do  now — 
Wrestle,  and  on  my  Jesus  hold, 
Nor  will  I  let  thee  go. 


180  i'::N:Tr;.vriAL. 

2  I  come,  encouraged  by  thy  -word, 

That  mercy  thou  wilt  show: 
Except  thou  bles-s  me,  blessed  Lord, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

3  I  come  to  ask  forgiveness  free. 

Though  I  have  been  thy  foo: 
Except  thou  grant  it,  Lord,  to  me, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

4  I  come  to  open  all  my  wounds. 

My  sorrows  and  my  woe: 
Except  thy  healing  grace  abounds, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  come  to  tell  thee  ail  my  fears 

And  conflicts  here  below: 
Except  thy  mercy,  Lord,  appears, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

6  I  come  to  ask  for  all  thy  love. 

And  all  thou  canst  bestow: 
Except  these  blessings,  Lord,  I  prove, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

264  S.  M.  Newion. 

Bethesda. 

BESIDE  the  gospel  pool. 
Appointed  for  the  poor. 
From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought: 

Why  should  I  longer  lie? 
Surely,  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go? 

There  is  no  other  pool 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 


PENITENTIAL.  181 

4  Here,  tlicn,  from  day  to  day, 

I  '11  wait,  and  hope,  and  tiy: 
Can  Jesus  hoar  a  sinner  pray. 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die? 

5  "No:  he  is  full  of  grace: 

He  never  will  permit 
A  soul,  that  fain  would  see  his  face. 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 

2bo  "lis.  Hammond. 

Give  Me  Jesus. 

G1  KACIOIIS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
r  My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear: 
Much  distress'd  with  guilt  am  I: 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honor  I  disdain: 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain: 
These  can  never  satisfy: 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt. 
Only  take  away  my  guilt: 
Mourning,  at  thy  feet  I  lie: 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
I  am  nothing  else  but  sin: 
I  to  thee  for  mercy  tly: 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost 
In  thy  mercy  I  would  trust: 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply: 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

6  0  my  God,  what  shall  I  say? 
Take,  0  take  my  sins  away: 
Jesus'  blood  to  me  apply: 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 


185i  PENITENTIAL. 

266  [91]  C.  M.  C.  Weshy. 

Uniciearied  Earnestness. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee; 
No  other  help  I  know: 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath? 
"What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

3  0  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  power; 
And  all  my  wants  thou  wouldst  relieve, 
In  this  accepted  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith  !  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes: 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, — 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die: 

O  speak,  and  I  shall  live; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie. 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  How  would  my  fainting  soul  rejoice. 

Could  I  but  see  thy  face; 
Now  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice. 
And  taste  thy  pard'niug  grace. 

267  7s.  Topladif. 
Christ  the  Rock  of  Ages. 

OCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  rayself  in  thee; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 


W 


rEMTKXTIAL.  18^ 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  floT^-, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
I?i  my  hand  no  price  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
"When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
See  th»^  on  thy  judgment  throne, — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

268  S.  M.  awper. 

Trembling  Solicitude 

"Y  former  hopes  are  fled; 
My  terror  now  begins; 
I  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 
In  tresspasses  and  sins. 


M^ 


2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom; 
,    But,  hark  !  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar, 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  mc, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun. 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way; 
I  '11  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


184 


PJiMlJEMllAi.. 


269  S.  M.  Campbell. 

Filial   Confidence. 

LORD,  I  •would  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  all  defiled; 
O,  take  the  stain  of  guilt  away. 
And  own  me  as  thy  child. ' 

2  I  cannot  live  in  sin, 

And  feel  a  Savior's  love; 
Thy  blood  can  make  my  spirit  clean. 
And  write  my  name  above. 

3  Among  thy  little  flock 

I  need  the  Shepherd's  care  ; 
Pour  waters  from  the  smitten  Rock, 
And  pastures  green  prepare. 

4  Blest  Shepherd,  I  am  thine; 

Still  keep  me  in  thy  fear; 
iN'ow  fill  my  heart  with  grace  divine; 
Bring  thy  salvation  near, 

270  C.  P.  11.  Ockum. 

The  Sinner  Feels  His  Need  of  a  Neio  Birth. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound. 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found. 
And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
One  simple  truth  increased  my  pain. 
The  sinner  ''must  be  born  again," 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll. 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul — 

A  vast  oppressive  load; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain; 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 


PKMTliNTlAL.  185 

3  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell — 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near; 
Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain — 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  deep  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  bleeding  Savior  passed  that  waj, 

My  bondage  to  remove; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Wow  by  His  grace  is  born  again. 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

271  [134]  L.  M.  Anoju 

Deprecating  a   Want  of  Love. 

COME,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 
Harden 'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice  ? 
I  see  the  blessed  Fair  One  bend. 

And  stoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  skies. 

2  0  !  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 

And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 
That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heavenly  look 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal's  love. 

3  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire. 

Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  man's  nature,  took  my  chains. 

4  Infinite  grace  !  Almighty  charms  ! 

Stand  in  amaze,  O  earth  and  skies  ! 
Jesus,  the  God,  with  naked  arms. 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love  and  dies. 

5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 

Dress'd  in  Divinity  and  blood  ? 
"Was  ever  rebel  courted  so. 

With  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 


186 


PENITENTIAL. 


272  C.  M.  Stenneit. 

The  Converted  TJdef. 

AS  on  tlic  cross  the  Savior  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
lie  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame 

The  penitent  confessed. 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ. 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed  : — 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  aiid  Heir  of  Jbeaveii ! 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 
I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears. 
And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 

4  "  Yet  quickly,  from  these  scenes  of  woe. 

In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  de&th. 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world. 

Dear  Savior,  think  on  nie. 
And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death, 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prater  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
"  To-day  thy  'parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  iu  Paradise." 


FAITH   AN'D   JUSTIFICATION.  167 


FAITH  AND  JUSTIFICATION. 
273  [119]  L.  M.  w«««. 

Walking  hy  Faith. 
'rpiS  by  the  faitla  of  joys  to  come 

JL    We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night 
Till  we  an-ive  at  heaven,  our  home, 

Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  "With  joy  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

"While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 


274  [121]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Faith  the  Evidence  of  Things  not  Seen. 

FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight; 
It  pierces  through  the  veil  of  sense. 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view. 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago. 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 

By  God's  almighty  word; 
We  know  the  heavens  and  earth  shall  fade, 
And  be  again  restored. 


188  FAITH   AND   JUSTIFICATION. 

4  Abrah'm  obeyed  tlie  Lord's  command, 

From  his  ovrn  country  driven; 
By  faith  he  sought  a  promised  land. 
But  found  his  rest  in  heaven. 

5  Thus  through  life's  pilgrimage  ^ye  stray. 

The  promise  in  our  eye; 
By  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way. 
That  leads  to  joy  on  high. 

275     [123]  L.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  Realizing  Light  of  Faith. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 
Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame; 
Faith,  like  its  finisher  and  Lord, 
To-day,  as  yesterday,  the  same: — 

2  To  thee  our  humble  heaits  aspire. 

And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable; 
Increase  in  us  the  kindled  fire. 
In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfill. 

3  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save: 

(Save  us,  a  present  Savior  thou:) 

Whate'er  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have; 

Future,  and  past,  subsisting  now. 

4  To  him  that  in  thy  N"ame  believes. 

Eternal  life  with  thee  is  given; 
Into  himself  he  all  receives, — 

Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense. 

Unseen  by  reason's  gliram'ring  ray. 
With  strong  commanding  evidence, 
Their  heavenly  origin  display. 

6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light; 

The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly; 
Th'  Invisible  appears  in  sight. 
And  Crod  is  seen  by  mortal  eye. 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATIOX.  189 

276  L.  M.  Montgoviery. 
Faith  Passing  Away. 

EAITH,  hope,  and  charity,  these  three. 
Yet  is  the  greatest  chaiity; 
Father  of  lights,  these  gifts  impart 
To  mine  and  every  human  heart. 

2  Failh,  that  in  prayer  can  never  fail, 
Hope,  that  o'er  doubting  rau>t  prevail. 
And  charity,  whose  name  above 

Is  God's  own  name,  for  God  is  love. 

3  The  morning  star  is  lost  in  light. 
Faith  vanishes  at  perfect  sight. 
The  rainbow  passes  with  the  storm. 
And  hope  with  sorrow's  fading  form. 

4  Rut  charity,  serene,  sublime. 
Beyond  the  reach  of  death  and  time, 
Like  the  blue  sky's  all-abounding  space. 
Holds  heaven  and  earth  in  its  embrace. 

277  [120]  G.  M.  Turner. 

Efficacy  of  Faith. 

Ii^AITH  adds  new  channs  to  earthly  blisa 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares; 
Its  aid  in  eveiy  duty  brings. 
And  softens  all  my  cares: 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God,  and  heavenly  things. 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dvins:  live. 


ISQ  FAITH    A\D    JUSTIFICATION. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain: 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

6  There,  there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies; 
And  then  on  faiths  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise. 


278  [122]  S.  M.  Beddome. 

Office  of  Faith. 

TJ^AITH  is  a  precious  grace, 
J.    Where  er  it  is  bestowed; 
It  boasts  a  high,  celestial  birth. 
And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  Kin^, 

And  all-atoning  Priest; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul. 

When  filled  with  deep  distress. 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood. 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone. 

And  that  divinely  free. 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 


FAITH   AND  JUSTIFICATION.  191 

279  C.  M.  Amn. 

Prayer  for  Strong  Faith. 

OFOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe. 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod. 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain. 
Will  lean  upon  its  God; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt; — 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

N"or  heeds  its  scornful  smile; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown. 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile; — 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled. 
And,  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray. 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

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6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this. 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come. 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


280  [341]  6s  &  49.  Palmer-' 

The  Savior's  Guidance. 


1 


Y  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvarv  ! 


192  FAITFI   AND   JUSTIFICATION. 

Savior  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  awav. 
Oh  !  let  me  from  this  day. 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  ray  fainting  heart. 

My  zeal  inspire; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

Oh !  may  my  love  to  thee. 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be,' 

A  living  fire. 

3  "While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread. 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 


281  [234]  C.  M.  Steele. 

Pardon,  Life,  and  Joy. 

THE  Savior  I  oh,  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound? 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms. 
And  spreads  delight  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life  and  joy  divine. 

In  rich  effusion  flow. 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin. 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  Th '  almighty  former  of  the  skies, 

Stoops  to  our  vile  abode: 
While  angels  view  with  wond'ring  eyes. 
And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 


FAITH    AND   JUSTIFICATION.  193 

4  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine  1 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Savior,  let  me  call  thee  mine — 
I  cannot  wish  for  more  J 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies; 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice. 
My  Savior,  and  my  all ! 


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282  [559]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Faith  and  Works. 
'N  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith, 
When  all  their  works  exhibit  death; 
When  they  indulge  some  sinful  view 
In  all  they  say  and  all  they  do. 

2  The  true  believer  fears  the  Lord, 
Obeys  his  precepts,  keeps  his  word: 
Commits  his  work  to  God  alone. 
And  seeks  his  will  before  his  own. 

3  A  barren  tree,  that  bears  no  fruit. 
Brings  no  great  glory  to  its  root; 
When  on  the  boughs  rich  fruit  we  see, 
'  Tis  then  we  cry,  "  a  goodly  tree." 

4  N'ever  did  men,  by  faith  divine, 
To  selfishness  and  sloth  incline; 

The  Christian  works  with  all  his  power, 
And  grieves  that  he  can  work  no  more. 

283  L.  M.  Doddridge, 
Struggle  Between  Faith  and  Unbelief. 

JESUS,  our  soul's  delightful  choice. 
In  thee  believing,  we  rejoice; 
Yet  still  our  joy  is  mixed  with  grief. 
While  Faith  contends  with  Unbelief, 
13 


194  FAITH   AND   JUSTIFICATION. 

2  Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive, 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  alive; 
But  guilt,  and  fears,  and  son'ows  rise 
And  hide  the  promise  from  our  eyes. 

3  0,  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 
While  saints  lie  moui-ning  in  the  dust, 
Nor  see  that  Faith  to  ruin  brought. 
Which  thy  own  gracious  hand  hath  wi'ought. 

4  Do  thou  the  dying  spark  inflame; 
Keveal  the  glories  of  thy  name. 
And  put  all  anxious  doubt  to  flight. 
As  shades  dispersed  by  opening  light. 

284  C.  M.  Watts. 

A  Living  and  Dead  Faith. 

MISTAKEN  souls !  that  dream  of  heaveiij 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiven. 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights. 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead: 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love — 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart. 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'T  is  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  power: 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace: 
A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATION.  195 

285  C.  M.  Beddome 
Salvation  by  Faith. 

'rpiS  faith  that  lays  the  sinner  low, 

X    And  covers  him  with  shame; 
Renouncing  all  self-righteousness. 
It  trusts  in  Jesus'  name. 

2  Faith  works  with  power,  but  will  not  plead 

The  best  of  works  when  done; 
It  knows  no  other  ground  of  trust 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

3  It  gives  no  title,  but  receives; 

No  blessing  it  procures; 
Yet,  where  it  truly  lives  and  reigns, 
All  blessings  it  insures. 

4  Its  sole  dependence  and  its  stay 

Is  Jesus   righteousness; 
'Tis  thus  salvation  is  by  faith. 
And  all  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  The  more  this  principle  prevails. 

The  more  is  grace  adored; 
No  glory  it  assumes,  but  gives 
All  glory  to  the  Lord- 

286  L.  M.  a  Wesley. 
The  Healing  and  Cleansing  Fountain. 

BY  faith  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Open'd  for  all  mankind  and  me. 
To  purge  my  sins  of  deepest  dye, — 
My  life  and  heart's  impurity. 

2  From  Christ,  the  smitten  Rock,  it  flows. 
The  purple  and  the  crystal  stream; 
Pardon  and  holiness  bestows. 

And  both  I  gain  through  faith  in  him. 


196  FAITU    AND    JUSTIFICATIOX. 

287  8  lines,  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Only  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul. 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll. 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high 
Hide  me,  0  my  Savior,  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee: 
Leave,  0  leave  me  not  alone; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me: 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd; 

All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find: 
Kaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Palse,  and  full  of  sin  I  am; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, — 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin: 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee: 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heai't; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


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FAITH    ANB   JUSTIFICATION.  19? 

288  S.  M.  Watts. 
Forgiveness  of  Sin  Upon  Confession. 

BLESSED  souls  are  they 
Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more.         — 

2  They  mourli  their  follies  past. 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit. 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  "While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound. 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

289  L.  M.  Anon. 
Faith  Not  Meritorious. 

BY  faith  in  Christ  we  Te  justified, 
Since  'tis  by  faith  Christ  is  applied  ; 
But  not  for  faith,  or  any  thing 
We  either  suffer,  do,  or  bring. 

2  Faith  is  the  hand,  that  Christ  receives 
And  takes  the  treasures,  which  he  gives; 
But  faith  no  merit  can  possess: 

Christ  is  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

3  Jesus,  our  soul  s  delightful  choice. 
In  thee  believing,  we  rejoice; 
Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive. 
And  keep  our  fainting  faith  alive. 


19&  FAITH   AND   JUSTIFICATION. 

290  C.  p.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The   Inward    Witness. 

THOU  great  mysterious  God  unknown. 
Whose  love  hatli  gently  led  me  on, 
E'en  from  my  infant  days; 
Mine  inmost  soul  expose  to  view. 
And  tell  me  if  I  ever  knew 
Thy  justifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear. 
And  followed  with  a  heart  sincere. 

Thy  drawings  from  above; 
Now,"  now,  the  further  grace  bestow. 
And  let  my  sprinkled  conscience  know 

Thy  sweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  stop 
A  stranger  to  the  Gospel  hope, 

The  sense  of  sin  forgiven: 
I  would  not.  Lord,  my  soul  deceive 
Without  the  inward  witness  live. 

That  antepast  of  heaven. 

4  If  now  the  witness  were  in  me. 
Would  he  not  testify  of  thee. 

In  Jesus  reconcil'd  ? 
And  should  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh 
And  boldly,  Abba,  Father,  cry, 

And  know  myself  thy  child  ? 

5  Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son, 

And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 

How  merciful  thou  ai't: 
The  secret  of  thy  love  reveal. 
And  by  thy  hallowing  Spirit  dwell 

Forever  in  mv  heart  ! 


FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATION.  199 

291  [136]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Fullness  of  Christ. 

FATHER  of  Jesus  Christ,  my  lord, 
My  Savior  aud  my  Head, 
I  trust  in  thee,  whose  pow'rful  word 
Hath  raised  him  from  the  dead. 

2  Thou  kaow'st  for  my  offense  he  died, 

And  rose  again  for  me; 
Fully  and  freely  justifi'd 
That  I  might  live  to  thee. 

3  Eternal  life  to  all  mankind 

Thou  hast  in  Jesus  giv'n: 
And  all  who  seek,  in  him  shall  find 
The  happiness  of  heaven. 

392  C.  M.  Anon. 

What  Faith  Is. 

EAITH  is  the  Spirit's  sweet  control, 
From  which  assurance  springs; 
Faith  is  die  pencil  of  the  soul 
That  pictures  heavenly  things; 

2  Faith  is  the  throb  of  Love  that  makes    ■■■ 

Man  rest  on  God  alone  ; 
Faith  is  the  wondrous  power  that  shakes 
The  Tempter  on  his  throne; 

3  Faith  is  the  conq'ring  host  that  storms 

The  battlements  of  Sin; 
Faith  is  the  quick'ning  fire  that  warms 
The  trembling  soul  within; 

4  Faith  is  the  smile  that  plays  around 

The  dying  Christian's  brow; 
Faith  was  the  light  by  which  he  found 
The  hope  that  fills  him  now; 


200  FAITH    AND    JUSTIFICATION'. 

5  Faith  is  the  eye  that  soon  can  test 

The  -^orld  and  all  its  worth; 
Faith  is  the  heart  that  cannot  rest 
On  aught  that  clings  to  earth; 

6  Faith  gives  the  wings  that  heav'nward  beai' 

Our  humble,  fervent  praise; 

Faith  is  the  soul  of  every  prayer 

The  weakest  saiut  can  raise; 

7  Faith  is  the  lamp  that  burns  to  guide 

Our  bark  when  teia pest- driven; 
Faith  is  the  key  that  opens  wide 
The  distant  gates  of  Heaven. 

8  0  Rock  of  Ages,  Fount  of  Bliss, 

Thy  needful  help  afford, 
And  let  my  constant  prayer  be  this, — 
"  Increase  my  faith,  O  Lord." 

293  [128]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Triumph  in  Christ. 

LET  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue. 
It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too. 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  joys  can  now  no  longer  please, 

Nor  e'en  content  afford: 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
For  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day. 

The  stars  are  all  concealed; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away. 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice. 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 


FAITH    AKD   JUSTIFICATIOX.  201 

But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 

A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 
Dear  Lord !  I  would  be  thine  alone. 

And  wholly  live  to  thee. 


294  8  lines  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

Faith  that    Works  hj  Love. 

PLEAD  we  not  for  faith  alone — 
But  which  by  our  works  is  shown: 
God  it  is  who  justifies: 
Only  faith  the  grace  applies: 
Active  faith  that  lives  within, 
Conquers  earth,  and  hell,  and  sin, — 
Sanctifies,  and  makes  us  whole, — 
Forms  the  Savior  in  the  soul. 

2  Let  us  for  this  faith  contend; 
Sure  salvation  is  its  end: 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 
Everlasting  life  is  won. 
Only  let  us  persevere, 
Till  we  see  our  Lord  appear; 
Never  from  the  Rock  remove. 
Saved  by  faith,  which  works  by  love. 


CHRISTIAN  PERFECTION. 

295  [214]  L.  M.  7.  Wesley. 

Renouncing  All  for   Christ. 

COME,  Savior,  Jesus,  from  above. 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love. 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 


202  CHRISTIAN  PERFECTION. 

2  0  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill. 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free; 
"Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will. 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  pursue: 
1 11  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show. 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  snares,  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I  '11  seek, 

In  which  my  Savior's  footsteps  shine, 
K"or  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul; 
Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire. 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  requii'e". 
And  freely  give  up  all  die  rest. 

296  [215]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Waiting  at  the  Cross. 

EATHER,  I  dare  believe 
Thee  merciful  and  true: 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, — 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come,  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean; 
An  end  of  all  ray  troubles  make, — 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart. 

But  by  believing  thee. 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  spotless  purity. 


CHKISTIAN   PERFECTIOV.  203 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
Jesus,  the  grace  bestow; 
Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply. 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 

297  [219]  L.  M.       ^  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  All  in  All. 

HOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
I  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will: 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word. 

And  stamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  seal. 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye: 

Display  thy  glory  from  above; 

And  all  I  am  shall  sink  and  die, 

Lost  in  astonishment  and  love. 

3  Confound,  o'erpower  me  by  thy  grace; 

I  would  be  by  myself  abhorr'd; 
All  might,  all  majesty,  all  praise, 
All  glory,  be  to  Christ  my  Lord. 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall. 
As  less  than  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  that  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

298  [221]  C.  M.  a  Wesley 

Longing  to  be  Dissolved  in  Love. 

JESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  live. 
Might  live  to  God  alone; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive. 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 

2  Savior,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
The  gift  unspeakable; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  to  embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 


204  CHRISTIAN  PERFECTION. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire 

The  perfect  bliss  to  prove; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  dissolved  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself ;  from  eveiy  boast, 

From  every  wish  set  free; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost. 
But  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  cannot  suffice. 

Unless  thyself  be  given ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise. 
And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 


299  C.  M.  F.  Xavier. 

Love  of  the  Cross  SoUly  for  Christ's  Sake. 

THOU,  0  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 
Upon  the  cross  embrace; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace; 

2  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless. 

And  sweat  of  agony. 
Yea,  death  itself ;  and  all  for  one 
That  was  Thine  enemy. 

3  Then,  why,  0  blessed  .Jesus  Christ, 

Should  1  not  love  thee  well? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven. 
Nor  of  escaping  hell; 

4  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught. 

Not  seeking  a  reward; 
But  as  thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord. 


OHBISTIAN   PEEFECTION.  205 

5  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  lore. 
And  in  thj  praise  will  sing; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

300  [218]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

God  Wills  Our  Holiness. 

HE  wills  that  I  should  holy  be : 
That  holiness  I  long  to  feel ; 
That  full  divine  confonnity 
To  all  my  Savior's  righteous  will. 

2  See,  Lord,  the  travail  of  thy  soul 

Accomplish 'd  in  the  change  of  mine; 
And  plunge  me,  every  whit  made  whole, 
In  all  the  depths  of  love  divine. 

3  On  thee,  0  God,  my  soul  is  stay'd, 

And  waits  to  prove  thine  utmost  will; 
The  promise  by  thy  mercy  made. 
Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  in  me  fulfill. 

4  N'o  more  I  stagger  at  thy  power. 

Or  doubt  thy  truth,  which  cannot  move: 
Hasten  the  long-expected  hour. 
And  bless  me  with  thy  perfect  love. 

301  [220]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  Good  Pleasure  of  His  Will. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 
And  ever  prays  for  me: 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, — 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head; 
He  brings  salvation  near; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 


20G  t'HUi8TIAX    PERFECTIOK. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  I 

What  can  -tt-ithsfand  his  will? 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fulfill. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  i-eturn,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5  "When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his. 

Of  paradise  possess'd, 

1  taste  unutterable  bliss. 
And  everlasting  rest. 

302  [222 J  S.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Christ,  the  Guide  and  Counsellor. 

JESUS,  my  truth,  my  way, 
My  sure,  unerring  light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay. 
Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  wisdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counsellor  thou  art; 
0  never  let  me  leave  thy  side. 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  thee. 

Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be. 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  cause: 

But  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love. 

And  hang  upon  thy  cross, 

5  0  make  me  all  like  thee. 

Before  I  hence  remove: 
Settle,  confirm,  and  'stablish  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 


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CHEISXrAN   PEBFECTIOX.  207 

6  Let  me  tliy  ^vitiiess  live. 
When  sin  is  all  destroy'd; 
And  then  ray  spotless  soul  receive. 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

303  [224]  C.  M.  a  Wesley^ 

On  Earth  as  it  is  in  Heaven. 

JESUS,  the  Life,  the  Trath,  the  Way, 
In  whom  I  now  believe. 
As  taught  by  thee,  in  faith  I  pray. 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thy  will  by  me  on  earth  be  done, 

As  by  the  powers  above. 
Who  always  see  thee  on  thy  throne, 
And  glory  in  thy  love. 

3  I  ask  in  confidence  the  grace. 

That  I  may  do  thy  will. 
As  angels,  who  behold  thy  face. 
And  all  thy  words  fulfill, 

4  Surely  I  shall,  the  sinner  I, 

Shall  serve  thee  without  fear. 
If  thou  my  nature  sanctify 
In  answer  to  my  prayer. 

304  [226]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Believer's  Rest. 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known; 
A  rest  where  pure  employment  reigns. 
And  thou  art  loved  alone 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 
Is  fix'd  on  things  above; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire. 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 


208  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 

3  0  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in: 
Now,  Savior,  now  the  power  bestow. 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart; 

This  unbelief  remove: 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, — 
The  Sabbath  of  thv  love. 


305    [230]  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

A  Perfect  Heart  the  Redeemer's  Throne. 

OrOR  a  heart,  to  praise  my  God 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free; — 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me; — 

2  A  heart resign'd,  submissive,  meek,. 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne; 
"Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak. 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 

Believing,  true,  and  clean; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within; — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  reuew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart,- 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 


CilRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  209 

306  [223]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Perfect  Holiness  Implored. 

JESTJS,  thy  good  spirit  alone. 
Can  lead  me  forth,  and  make  me  free, 
Burst  every  bond  through  which  I  groan, 
And  set  my  soul  at  liberty. 

2  Xow  let  thy  spirit  bring  me  in. 

And  give  thy  servant  to  possess. 
The  land  of  rest  from  inbred  sin. 
The  land  of  perfect  holiness. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  power  the  same. 

The  same  thy  truth  and  grace  endure: 
And  in  thy  blessed  hands  I  am. 
And  trust  theo  for  a  perfect  cure. 

4  Come,  Savior,  come,  and  mate  me  whole; 
.   Entirely  all  my  sins  remove ! 

To  perfect  liealth  restore  my  soul, 
To  perfect  holiness  and  love. 

307  [225]  C.  M-  a  Wesley 
Soul  and  Body  Dedicated  to  the  Lord. 

LET  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong 
His  pov 'reign  right  assert; 
And  take  up  every  thankful  song. 
And  every  loving  heart. 

2  He  justly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price: 
The  Christian  lives  to  Christ  alone; 
To  Christ  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jesus,  thine  own  at  last  receive; 

Fulfill  our  hearts'  desire; 
And  let  us  to  tliy  glory  live. 
And  in  thy  causo  expire. 
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218  CHRISTIAN'    rUrtiCTlON. 

4  Our  souls  and  bodies  \ve  resign ; 
With  joj  we  render  thee 
Our  all, — no  longer  ours,  but  thine 
To  all  eternity. 

308  [227]  S.  M.  C.  Jf'esley. 
Self-  Con  seer  a  tion . 

CRD,  in  the  strength  of  grace. 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free. 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ransom'd  servant,  1 

Restore  to  thee  thine  own; 
And  from  this  moment  live  or  die, 
To  serve  ray  God  alone. 

309  [228]  C.  M.  a  Wesley, 
Prayer  for  Entire  Sanctijication. 

Y  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine, 
And  will  not  quit  ray  claim. 
Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  thine. 
And  all  renew' d  I  ara. 


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2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand 
And  all  thy  goodness  know. 

3  Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad: 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove. 
Rooted  and  fixed  iu  God. 

4  0  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire. 

Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
Burn\ip  the  dross  of  base  desire. 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  I 


CHRISTIAN   PEEFECTION.  211 

5  0  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume; 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

6  Refining  fire,  go  through  ray  heart. 

Illuminate  mj  soul; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part. 
And  sanctify  the  whole 


310  C.  P.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Unsearchable  Love  of  Christ. 

OLOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  aril 
When  shall  I  find  ray  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ! 
I  long,  and  thii-st,  and  faint,  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love. 
The  love  of^  Christ  to  me. 

3  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire,  in  vain,  its  depth  to  see; 
They  cannot  reach  the  raystery. 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  0  that  I  could  forever  sit. 
With  Mary,  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice. 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
Mv  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this. 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice 

4  0  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weaiy  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemers  breast ! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 


212  CHRISTIAN    PKRFECTION. 

311  [235 J  L.  M.  Anon. 

Christ-like. 

MAKE  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
Dear  Savior,  daily  more  like  tnee  ! 
Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace. 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  I 

2  Oh,  how  benevolent,  and  kind  ! 

How  mild  ! — how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  minds, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 

w  a,>^  jiig  employment  and  delight; 
Humility  au^  >,olv  zeal 
Shone  through  hiH  life  divinely  bright. 

4  But  ah  !  how  blind  !  ho  -^r  weak  we  are  ! 
How  frail ! — how  apt  to  Uurn  aside  ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care/ 
And  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide.  ^ 

312  [229]  P.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  Glorious  Hope  of  Perfect  Love. 
GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above. 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings; 
It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste. 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus' priests  and  kings. 

Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  tlie  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below: 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 


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CHKlbTlA.V      rERKECTION.  213 

3  Aland  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil. 
Favored  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

"With  every  blessing  blest: 
There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  0  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 

No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop. 

But  now  the  land  possess — 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years. 
Sorrows  and  sins  and  doubts  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

5  jS'ow,  0  my  Joshua,  bring  me  in; 
Cast  out  thy  foes — the  inbred  sin, 

The  carnal  mind,  remove; 
The  purchase  of  thy  death  divide. 
And,  oh,  with  all  the  sanctified. 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love. 


313  [232]  L.  M.  a  Wesley, 

Pure  Love  Casts  Out  Fear. 

nUICKENED  with  our  immortal  Head 
vq^  Who  daily.  Lord,  ascend  with  thee. 
Redeemed  from  sin,  and  free  indeed. 
We  taste  our  glorious  liberty. 

2  Saved  from  the  fear  of  hell  and  death, 

With  joy  we  seek  the  things  above; 
And  all  thy  saints  the  spirit  breathe 
Of  power,  sobriety,  and  love. 

3  Pure  love  to  God  thy  members  find. 

Pure  love  to  eveiy  soul  of  man; 
And  in  thy  sober,  spotless  mind. 
Savior,  our  heaven  on  earth  we  gain. 


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214  CHRISTIAN      JfERFECTION. 

4  Author  and  sum  of  heavenly  bliss, 

Thee  let  our  souls  and  bodies  prove, 
Implunged  in  that  unknown  abyss, 
That  ocean  of  redeeming  love. 

314  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 
Prayer  for  Entire  Purification. 

FOR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side: 
This  all  my  hope  and  all  my  plea, 
"  For  me  the  Savior  died." 

2  My  dying  Savior  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood. 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  ! 

"Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ! 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart ! 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve. 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

315  [23]  C.  M.  C.   Wesley. 

The  All-cleansing  Blood  of  Christ. 

0  JESUS  !  at  thv  feet  we  wait. 
Till  thou  shalt'bid  us  rise; 
Restored  to  our  xmsinning  state, — 
To  love's  sweet  paradise. 

2  Savior  from  sin,  we  thee  receive, 
From  all  indwelling  sin; 
Thy  blood,  we  steadfastly  believe. 
Shall  make  us  thoroughly  clean. 


CHKiSTIAN      rraF£CTiOiV.  215 

3  Since  Uiou  wouldst  have  us  free  from  siu, 

And  pure  as  those  above; 
Make  haste  to  bring  thy  nature  in, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

4  The  counsel  of  thy  love  fulfill; 

j  Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  it  according  to  thy  will, 
According  to  thy  word. 

5  0  that  the  perfect  grace  were  given. 

Thy  love  diffused  abroad: 
O  that  our  hearts  were  all  a  heaven , 
Forever  fili'd  with  God. 

316  [233]  L.  M.  WaUi, 

"  Blessed  are  the  Pure  in  Heart." 

BLESS'D  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty: 
Treasure ^  of  grace  to  them  are  given. 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart: 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  long  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  thirst  for  righteousness: 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed, 
With  living  streams,  and  living  bread. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  dc-filing  power  of  sin: 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
The  God  of  spotless  purity. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glorv  and  jov  are  their  reward. 


216  LllKlMMAN      I'hKfLLXlU.V. 

6  These  ai'e  the  men,  tLc  holy  race. 
Who  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  li<?ht. 


317  C  lines  8s.  C.  Wesley. 

The   Witness  of  Entire  Consecration. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quick'ning  fire. 
Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  rest; 
Drawn  by  the  lure  of  strong  desire, 
0  come  and  consecrate  my  breast; 
The  temple  of  my  soul  prepare. 
And  fix  thy  sacred  presence  there. 

2  If  now  thine  influence  I  feel. 
If  now  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Still  to  my  heart  thyself  reveal; 

Give  me  thyself,  forever  give: 
A  point  my  good,  a  drop  my  store. 
Eager  I  aslk,  I  pant  for  more. 

3  Eager  for  thee  I  ask  and  pant 

So  strong  the  principle  divine 
Carries  me  out  with  sweet  constraint. 

Till  all  my  hallow'd  soul  is  thine; 
Plunged  in  the  Godhead's  deepest  sea. 
And  lost  in  thy  immensity. 

4  My  peace,  my  life,  my  comfort  thou. 

My  treasure  and  my  all  thou  art; 
True  witness  of  my  sonship,  now 

Engraving  pardon  on  my  heart: 
Seal  of  my  sins  in  Christ  forgiven. 
Earnest  of  love,  and  pledge  of  heaven. 


LUUi.SllAN      PtRfliCTlO-V.  217 

318  [105]  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

Following  the  Savior. 

OTHOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light. 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee; 
0  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  "Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross; 
Hallow  each  thought;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,"^my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray. 
Be  thou  ray  light,  be  thou  my  way: 
'No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, — 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, — 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart. 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Savior,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see. 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee; 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way. 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day; 

Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease. 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

319  [107]  L.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Only  Jesus. 

WHEIS",  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  ray  all  in  thee? 
The  fullness  of  thy  promise  prove, — 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love? 


Ql8  CHRISTIAN     PERFECTION. 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near: 

0  dark  !  dark  !  dark  !  I  still  must  say, 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  -would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given. 

Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 

4  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus,  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee: 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 

1  shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 


320  [409]  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  New  Covenant  Sealed. 

<'  fpHE  promise  of  ray  Father's  love 

JL    Shall  stand  forever  good,'* 

He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 

And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name; 
I  seal  the  promise  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  I  call  that  legacy  my  own. 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath; 
'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

4  The  light  and  strength,  the  pardoning  grace. 

And  glory,  shall  be  mine: 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh. 
And  all  my  powers,  are  thine. 


CHKISTIAX     PERFECTION.  219 

321  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 
Now  is  the  Accepted  Time. 

IVrOW,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield, 
IM    With  all  my  sins  to  part; 
Redeemer,  speak  my  pardon  seal'd, 
And  purify  my  heart. 

2  0  Jesus,  now  my  heart  inspire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine; 
Enkindle  now  the  heavenly  fire. 
To  brighten  and  refine. 

3  Now  purify  my  faith  like  gold; 

The  dross  of  sin  remove; 
Melt  down  my  spirit.  Lord,  and  mold 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

322  7s.  J.  Wesley. 
Panting  for  Purity. 

OLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive, 
Who  in  thee  begin  to  live. 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, — 
As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be  ! 


H< 


2  Jesus,  see  my  panting  breast; 
See,  I  pant  in  thee  to  rest: 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  ; 
Cleanse  me  now  from  every  sin. 

3  Fix,  0  fix  my  wav'ring  mind; 
To  thy  cross  my  spirit  bind: 
Earthly  passions  far  remove; 
Swallow  up  my  soul  in  lovo. 

4  Dust  and  ashes  though  we  bo, 
Full  of  sin  and  misery, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God; 
Take  the  purchase  of  thy  blood  ! 


220  CHKISTIAX     PERFECTION- 

323  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 
Aspiring  after  Holiness. 

THOU  God  of  all-sufficient  grace. 
My  God  in  Christ  thou  ait; 
O  may  I  -walk  before  thy  face. 

Till  I  am  pure  in  heart: 
Until,  transform'd  by  faith  divine, 

I  gain  that  love  unknown; 
And  bright  in  all  thine  image  shine. 
By  putting  on  thy  Son. 

2  "Novr,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

In  counsel  join  again, 
To  re-impress  thine  image,  lost 

By  frail,  apostate  man  ; 
O  might  I,  Lord,  thy  form  express, — 

Begotten  from  above, — 
Be  stamp'd  with  real  holiness. 

And  filld  with  perfect  love  ! 

324  C.  p.  M.  a  Wesley. 
The  pure  in  heart  shall  see  God. 

SAVIOR,  on  me  the  grace  bestow. 
That,  with  thy  children,  I  may  know 
My  sins  on  earth  forgiven; 
Give  me  to  prove  the  kingdom  mine. 
And  taste,  in  holiness  divine. 
The  happiness  of  heaven. 

2  Me  wilh  that  restless  tliirst  inspire. 
That  sacred,  infinite  desire. 

And  feast  my  hungry  heart; 
Less  than  thyself  cannot  suffice; 
My  soul  for  all  thy  fullness  cries. 
For  all  thou  hast  and  art. 


CHRISTIAN     PERFECTION.  221 

3  Jesus,  the  crowning  grace  impart; 
Bless  me  with  purity  of  heart. 

That  now  behokling  thee, 
I  soon  may  view  thy  open  face. 
On  all  thy  glorious  beauties  gaze. 

And  God  forever  see. 

325  L.  M.  C.  Wesley 
The  inbred  Leprosy. 

JESUS,  a  word,  a  look  from  thee. 
Can  turn  my  heart,  and  make  it  clean 
Purge  out  the  inbred  leprosy. 
And  save  rue  from  my  bosom  sin. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  I  do  believe 

Thou  canst  the  saving  grace  impart 
Thou  canst  this  instant  now  forgive, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  My  heart,  which  now  to  thee  I  raise, 

I  know  thou  canst  this  moment  cleanse; 
The  deepest  stains  of  sin  efface. 
And  drive  the  evil  spirit  hence. 

4  Be  it  according  to  thy  word; 

Accomplish  now  thy  work  in  me; 
And  let  my  soul,  to  health  restored, 
Devote  its  deathless  powers  to  thee. 

326  C.  M.  C.  Weslfnf. 
Perfect  Freedom. 

IF  thou  impart  thyself  to  mo, 
iSTo  other  good  I  need: 
If  thou,  the  Son,  shalt  make  me  free, 
I  shall  be  free  indeed. 

2  I  cannot  rest  till  in  thy  blood 
I  full  redemption  have; 
But  thou,  through  whom  I  come  to  God, 
Canst  to  the  utmost  save. 


iJ»!«  CHBI8TIAN      PERFECTION. 

3  From  sin, — the  guilt,  the  pow'r,  the  pain, 

Thou  wilt  redeem  my  soul; 
Lord,  I  believe — and  not  in  vain. 
My  faith  shall  make  me  whole. 

4  I,  too,  with  thee,  shall  walk  in  white; 

With  all  thy  saints  shall  prove 
The  length  and  depth,  and  breadth  and  hight. 
Of  everlasting  love. 

327  [412]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Breathing  for  Boundless  Love. 

AND  dost  thou  say,  "Ask  whnt  thou  wilt?" 
Lord,  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour — 
I  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin's  polluting  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence.  Lord,  impart; 

Moi-e  of  thine  image  let  me  bear: 
Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart. 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed. 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength; 
Oh  be  ihj  boundless  love  revealed 
In  all  Its  hight,  and  breadth,  and  length. 

4  Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more. 

But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign: 
Sick,  or  in  health — or  rich,  or  poor. 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 

328  [406]  L.  M.  Davies. 

Voic  Sealed  at  the  Cross 

LORD  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine. 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be. 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  mc. 


CHRISTIAN    PERFECTION.  223 

2  C4rant  rae,  in  mercy,  now  a  place, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace,— 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immauuel's  blood. 

3  Thee,  my  new  master,  now  I  call. 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all; 
Lord  !  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee,— 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 

329  [410]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Delight  in  God  and  his  Word 

THOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God; 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way,         m 
My  heart  makes  haste  t"  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  trirth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  Thy  precepts  and  thy  heavenly  grace 

I  set  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength. 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways. 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands. 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

330  [351]  C.  M. 

Supreme  Love  to  Christ. 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ' 
Behold  my  heart  and  see; 
And  turn  each  worthless  idol  out. 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 


224  CHRISTIAN   PERFECTION. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love; 
Dead  be  my  lieart  to  every  joy, 
Which  thou  dost  not  approve. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat 
My  Savior's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I  "would  disdain  to  feed? 
Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord, 

But  yet  I  long  to  soar 
Fai'  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys. 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

331  [404]  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Rejoicing  in  entire  Consecrotion. 

OH  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Savior,  and  my  God; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

CHORUS. 

Happy  day  !  Happy  day  ! 
When  Jesus  "washed  my  sins  away. 
He  taught  me  first  to  watch  and  pray. 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 

Happy  day  !  Happy  day  ! 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

2  Oh  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
Wliile  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 


CHBISTIAN  PEEFECTION.  225 

3  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine; 
Tic  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Rejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

4  Now  I'est — my  longdividtd  heart- 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  center,  rest — 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part. 

Here  heavenly  plea-im'es  fill  my  breast. 

332  [183]  L.  M,  Anon. 

Preservation  in  Purity. 

CHRIST  did  for  us  his  life  resiga; 
There  is  no  other  God  but  one; 
For  all  the  plenitude  divine, 
Resides  in  the  incarnate  Son. 

2  Spotless,  sincere,  without  offense, 

0  may  we  to  his  day  remain  ! 
Who  trust  the  blood  of  Christ  to  cleanse 
Our  souls  from  every  sinful  stain. 

3  Lord,  we  believe  the  promise  sure  ! 

Thy  purchas'd  comforter  impart ! 
Apply  thy  blood  to  make  us  pure: 
To  keep  us  pure  in  life  and  heart. 

4  Then  let  us  see  that  day  supreme. 

When  none  thy  God-head  shall  deny  I 
Thy  sov'reigu  majesty  blaspheme, 
Or  count  thee  less  than  the  Most  High 

333  [4il]  C.  M.  Steele. 

Prayer  for  Quickening  Grace, 

PERMIT  me.  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face, 
Obedient  to  thy  call— 
To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 
My  strength,  my  life,  my  all. 
15 


326  CHEISTIAN    PliKFECTlOX. 

2  All  I  can  -wish  is  thine  to  give : 

My  God,  I  ask  thy  love — 

That  greatest  boon  I  can  receive, 

That  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

3  To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires; 

0  for  some  quickening  ray. 
To  animate  my  faint  desires, 
And  cheer  the  tiresome  way  I 

4  While  sin  and  Satan  join  their  art 

To  keep  me  from  my  Lord, 
0  Savior,  guard  my  trembling  heart. 
And  guide  me  by  thy  word. 

5  Whene'er  the  tempting  foe  alanns, 

Or  spreads  the  fatal  snare, 
I'll  fly  to  my  Redeemer's  arms; 
For  safety  must  be  there. 

6  My  Guardian,  my  almighty  Friend, 

On  thee  my  soul  would  rest; 
On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend; 
In  thee  I'm  ever  blest. 

334  S.  M.  Anon. 

The  Ark  of  God. 

LIKE  Noah's  weary  dove. 
That  soar'd  the  earth  around. 
But  not  a  resting  place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found; 

2  0  cease,  my  wand'ring  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  Ark  of  Goo; 

Behold  the  open  door; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode. 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 


CH-KlbriAX    rir.Ki-'liLTlUN.  227 

4  There,  safe  thovi  ^halt  abide. 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied. 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

5  And,  when  the  waves  of  ire 

Again  the  earth  shall  fill. 
The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire; 
The  rest  on  Zions  hill. 

335    [414]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Solemn  Covenant. 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all,  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 

Ourselves  to  Christ,  the  Lord, — 

2  Give  up  ourselves  through  Jesus'  power, 

His  name  to  glorify. 
And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour. 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake. 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear. 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Sou,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  our  heaits  receive; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host. 

The  peaceful  answer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply 

Which  takes  our  sins  away, 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 


238  OHEISTIAN   PERFEOTIOW. 

336  8s  &  7s,  a  Wesley. 

Desiring  Sanctiji cation. 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down; 
Fix  in  us  thy  hiimble  dwelling; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown: 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion; 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation; 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  0,  breathe  thy  Holy  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit; 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest: 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning; 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning; 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation; 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


337  S.  M.  Hart, 

Sanctifying  Influence. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come; 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the"  sorrow  from  our  minds. 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 


CHRISTIAN     PERFECTION.  22i 

2  Convince  us  all  of  sin; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never  dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part. 
And  new-creatc  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


338  C.  M.  Anon. 

Self-Dedication. 

0   SAVIOR,  welcome  to  my  heart; 
Possess  thy  humble  throne; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart. 
And  claim  me  for  thy  own. 

Q  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake; 
To  thee  I  all  resign; 
My  longing  heart,  0  Savior,  take. 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 

3  0,  may  I  never  turn  aside. 
Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 


£30  THE   CIIUBCn. 

339  S.  M.  Kehle. 

Purity  of  Heart. 

BLEST  are  the  pure  in  heart., 
For  they  shall  see  our  God; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs; 
Their  soul  is  his  abode. 

2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul 

He  doth  himself  impart, 
And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 
Selects  the  pure  in  h^art. 


THE  CHURCH. 

340  C.  M.  TFatts. 

Founded  on  a  Rock. 

WITH  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong, 
Unrivall'd  and  alone, — 
Loved  theme  of  many  a  sacred  song, — 
God's  holy  city  shone. 

2  Thus  fair  was  Zion's  chosen  seat. 

The  glory  of  all  lands; 
Yet  fairer  and  in  strength  complete, 
The  Christian  temple  stands. 

3  The  faithful  of  each  clime  and  age 

This  glorious  church  compose; 
Built  on  a  Rock,  with  idle  rage 
The  threatening  tempest  blows. 

4  Fear  not;  though  hostile  bands  alai'm. 

Thy  God  is  thy  defence; 
And  weak  and  powerless  every  arm 
Against  Omnipotence. 


THE   CHURCH.  331 

341  [400]  C.  M.  Anon, 
Invoking  God's  Presence  and  Blessing. 

WITHIN  thy  house,  0  Lord  our  God, 
In  majesty  appear; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  As  we  thy  mercy-seat  surround. 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart: 
And  let  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 
With  power  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain; 

Here  give  the  mourner  rest; 
Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign. 
Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

4  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

And  fervent  prayer  arise, 
Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ. 
In  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

342  8s,  7s,  &  4.  Kelly. 
Her  Enemies  Confounded. 

ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 
Zion,  kept  by  power  divine: 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded. 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine: 

Happy  Zion, — 
What  a  favor'd  lot  is  tliine ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish; 

Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 


332  THE   CHUECH. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright. 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight: 

God  is  with  thee, — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

343  [565]  S.  M.  DwigJa. 

Love  for  Zion. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord,— 
The  house  of  thine  abode, — 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  0  God  ! 

Ker  walls  before  thee  stand. 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall  ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows. 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last. 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield. 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

344  [1]  L.  M.  a  Wedey 
Zion  Exhorted  to  put  on  her  Strength. 

AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, 
No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down; 
The  garment  of  salvation  take, 
Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on 


THE   CHlRCir.  "Ma 

2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight. 

And  hides  the  promi.^e  from  thine  eyes; 
Arise  and  striigt^h?  into  light, 
The  great  Deliv'rer  calls,  arise  ! 

3  Shake  off  the  hands  of  sad  despair, 

Zion,  assert  thy  liberty; 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare. 
And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace. 

Be  purg'd  from  every  sinful  stain; 
Be  like  your  Lord,  his  \vord  embrace, 
'Nov  beai"  his  hallow 'd  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  shall  in  your  front  appear, 

And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on; 
His  glory  shall  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

345  C.  M.  Watts. 

Attachment  to  Zion's  Gates. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"In  Zion  let  us  all  appear. 
And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates — I  love  the  road; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown. 

The  holy  tribes  repair: 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints. 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
"We  tremble  and  rejoice. 


234  THE  CHURCH 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

while  life  or  breath  remains; 
Here  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
Here  God,  my  Savior,"reigns. 


346  [574]  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Returning  to  Zion  with  Songs  of  Joy. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, — 
He  calls  them  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, — 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge. 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth; 
Say — to  the  south, — Give  up  thy  charge  ! 
And, — ^Keep  not  back,  0  north  ! 

4  They  come,  they  come:  thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn. 

And  God  his  works  destroy. 
With  songs  thy  ransom'd  shall  return. 
And  everlasting  joj. 


THE  cnuRCH.  235 

347  [572]  lis  peculiar.  Anon. 

The  Church   Victorious. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness; 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more, 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the   daystar  of 
gladness; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes;  but  the  arm  that  sub- 

dued them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier 

far, 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that 

pursued  them; 
Yain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 

of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  saved 

thee 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 

should  be; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved 

thee; 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,   and  Zion  is 

free. 

348  [576]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Israel  Returning  from  Captivity. 

¥HY,  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
O  Israel,  sleeps  thy  tuneful  string? — 
Still  mute  remains  thy  sullen  tongue. 
And  Zion's  song  declines  to  sing? 

2  Awake  !  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise; 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains; 
Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways; 
And  Jesus  thy  Messiah,  reigns. 


236  THE   CHTRCH. 

3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require; 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain; 
But  friends  invite  the  silent  lyre. 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem's  hills  to  wrong. 

If  other  lands  thy  triumph  share: 
A  heavenly  city  claims  thy  song; 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam  ; 

Nor,  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood: 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home; 
In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 


349  [575]  8s  &  7s.  Newton. 

God  in  their  Midst. 

n  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
vT  Zion,  city  of  onr  God; 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  Lord,  thy  church  is  still  thy  dwelling, 

Still  is  precious  in  thy  sight; 
Judah's  temple  far  excelling, 

Beaming  with  the  gospel's  light. 

3  On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  our  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded. 
She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

4  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God; 
He,  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken. 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode 


THE  CHUECU.  237 

350  [577]  8s&7s.  Cowper. 

God  her  Everlasting  Light. 

HEAR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken: 
0  ray  people,  faint  and  few, 
Corafortless,  afflicted,  broken, 
Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you: 

2  Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation. 
And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

3  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden. 

Pleasures,  without  end,  shall  flow; 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding. 
All  his  bounty  shall  bestow. 

4  Still,  in  undisturbed  possession. 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign; 
Kever  shall  you  feel  oppression — 
Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

5  Te,  no  more  your  suns  declining, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see: 
But,  your  griefs  forever  ending. 
Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 

6  God  will  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you. 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  will  be  your  glory,— 
God  your  everlasting  light. 

351  C.  M.  Logan. 

The  Latter  Glory  of  the  Church. 

BEHOLD,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 


SJ38  THE  CHURCH. 

2  To  this  llie  joyful  natlnn-s  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"  And  to  His  house  vre  '11  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  toTVers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts. 

Their  millions  slain  deplore; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come,  then— oh  come  from  every  land. 

To  worship  at  His  shrine; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

352  C.  M.  Watts. 

Christ  the  Foundation  of  his  Church. 

BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone. 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays. 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

Let  saints  adore  the  name; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here. 
Nor  shall  they  suflfer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest> 

Reject  it  with  disdain; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest. 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood; 

Yet  must  this  building  rise: 
*Tis  thine  own  work,  almighty  God,  • 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 


lUi::    LULE.CU. 


i239 


353  Bs,  7.S  (fc  4.  XeZZey. 

Triumphant  Reign  of  the  Church. 

ON"  the  mountain  top  appearing, 
Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 
Ziou  long  in  hostile  hands: 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  -will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  the  night  been  long  and  mournful ! 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  I 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful. 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning; 
Zion  still  is  ■well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end; 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee; 

All  thy  warfare  now  be  past; 
God  thy  Savior  will  defend  thee; 
Victory  is  thine  at  last: 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


240  JOINING    THE    CHDECH. 


JOINING  THE  CHURCH. 

354  L.  M  Kelley, 
Receiving  Members. 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord; 
0,  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name; 
"We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Savior  does  the  same. 

2  Thy  name,  'tis  hoped,  already  stands 

Within  the  book  of  life  above; 
And  now  to  thine  we  join  our  hands, 
In  token  of  fraternal  love. 

3  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford 

We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove. 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

4  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears. 

We'll  make  our  joys  and  soitows  known; 
We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears. 
And  count  a  brother's  case  our  own. 

6  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat; 
Receive  assurance  of  our  love; 
O,  may  we  all  together  meet 
Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 

355  L.  M.  Beddome. 
Admission  of  Members. 

BELIEVING  souls,  of  Christ  beloved. 
Who  have  yourselves  to  him  resigned, 
Your  faith  and  practice,  both  approved, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  shall  find. 


JOININ'G    THE   CTIUROH.  241 

2  Now  saved  from  sin  and  Satan's  wiles. 

Though  by  a  scorning  world  abhorred, 
x^ow  share  with  us  the  Savior's  smiles; 
Come  in,  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord. 

3  In  fellowship  we  join  our  bands. 

And  you  an  invitation  give; 
Unite  with  us  in  sacred  bands; 
The  pledges  of  our  love  receive. 

4  Do  Thou,  who  art  the  church's  Head, 

This  union  with  thy  blessing  crown; 
And  still,  0  Lord,  revive  the  dead. 
Till  thousands  more  thy  name  shall  own. 


356  [403]  C.  M.  Beddome. 

The  Pledge  of  Fidelity. 

YE  men  and  angels,  witness  now, — 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, — 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break, — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely; 
May  he,  with  our  returning  wants. 
All  needful  aid  supply. 

4  0,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

16 


^4'4l  JOINING    THE    CHUaCH. 

357  7s.  Montgomery, 
Joined  to   God's  People. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around. 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 
Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. ' 

2  x^ow  to  you  my  spirit  turns, — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest; 
Brethren,  where  vour  altar  bums, 
0,  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more; 
Everv  idol  I  resign. 

358  L.  M.  Anon. 
Used  when  receiving  new  Members. 

MAY  those  who  have  thy  name  confess'd, 
IJs'ow  find  ill  God  a  settled  rest; 
From  dny  to  day  still  more  increase 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  holiness. 

2  As  living  members,  may  they  share 
The  joys  and  griefs  which  others  bear; 
And  active  in  their  stations  prove 

In  all  the  offices  of  love. 

3  From  all  tempi  ations  now  defend. 
And  keep  them,  Lord,  unto  the  end, 
While  in  tby  house  ihey  still  improve. 
Till  call'd  to  joiti  tl\»^  church  above. 


JOININQ  THE   CHURCH.  243 

359  C.  M.  Hunter. 

FUgr'ivi  Band. 

WE'RE  marching  to  the  promised  land, 
A  land  all  fair  and  bright; 
Come,  join  our  happy  pilgrim  band, 
And  seek  the  plains  of  light. 

2  The  deep  Red  Sea  already  crossed. 

Safe  on  its  banks  we  stood; 
And  saw  our  foes,  old  Pharaoh's  host, 
Plunged  in  the  angry  flood. 

3  "  Come  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good  ;" 

Here  is  our  heart  and  hand. 
To  meet  you  over  Jordan's  flood. 
And  share  the  promised  land. 

4  There  in  that  land  no  tears  are  shed; 

Xor  sigh  escapes  the  heart; 
To  joy's  full  fountain  all  are  led; 
And  there  they  never  part. 

360  L.  M.  Anon. 

Will  you  Go? 

¥E  are  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above; 
jrUl  you  go?  will  you  go? 
To  sing  the  Savior's  dying  love; 

Will  ijou  go?  will  you  go? 
Our  sun  shall  there  no  more  go  down; 
Our  moon  shall  never  be  withdrawn; 
Our  days  of  mourning  past  and  gone; 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 

2  We  are  going  to  walk  the  plains  of  light; 

inil  you,  SfC. 
Where  perfect  day  excludes  the  night; 

If  ill  you,  <^'C. 


S44  JOINING   THE   CHURCH. 

The  crown  of  life  we  all  shall  wear. 
And  palms  of  victory  shall  bear: 
And  heavenly  joys  for  ever  share';. 

Will  you,  SfC. 

3  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all, 

Will  you,  SfC. 
For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small j 

Will  you,  SfC. 
Make  up  your  mind;  give  God  your  heart; 
From  every  sin  and  idol  part; 
And  on  the  way  to  glory  start; 

Will  you,  SfC. 

4  The  way  to  heaven  is  strait  and  plain; 

Will  you,  SfC. 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again; 

Will  you,  SfC. 
The  Savior  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me," 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see; 

Will  you,  SfC. 

5  Oh  !  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

I  will  go;   I  will  go. 
I'll  start  this  moment  on  my  way;  •  •  •  • 

I  will  go;  I  will  go. 
My  old  companions  fare  you  well; 
I  cannot  go  with  you  to  hell; 
"With  ray  Redeemer  I  will  dwell; 

Let  me  go;  let  me  go. 


THE    MINISTRY  245 


THE  MINISTRY. 

361  L.  M.  Dodd. 

The  Ministry  Instituted. 

THE  Savior,  when  to  heaven  he  rose. 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below. 
And  still  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

2  Hence  sprang  th'  apostle's  honor'd  name. 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame; 

In  humbler  forms,  before  our  eyes. 
Pastors  and  teachers  hence  arise. 

3  From  Christ  they  all  their  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  Christ,  their  graces  live: 
While,  guarded  by  his  mighty  hand, 
'Midst  all  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

4  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  all  the  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care. 
Shall  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 

5  Jesus,  now  teach  our  hearts  to  know 

The  spring  whence  all  these  bj  -ssings  flow; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  thy  praise. 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

362  [299]  S.  M.  Watts. 

Ministers,  Heralds  of  Salvation. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 


246  THE   MIN18TEY. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  I 
"  Zion,  behold  thj  Savior  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  liappj  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings;  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heaveioly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 

And  tuneful  notes  employ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs. 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ! 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Savior  and  their  God. 

363  [298]  L.  M.  Watts. 

Love  Constrains  the  Minister. 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use; 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found. 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell. 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  ray  store. 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name — 


THK    Mi.NlSTUV.  247 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  man 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

364  [297  j  L.  M.  Waits. 

The  Commission. 

G1  0,  preach  my  Gospel,  saith  the  Lord, — 
r  Bid  the  whole  world  my  grace  receive: 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word, 
And  he  condemn 'd  who  won't  l)elieve. 

2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true, 
By  all  the  woiks  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  tlie  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  Teach  all  the  nations  ray  commands, — 

I  'm  witli  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, — 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend. 

36o  [296]  L.  :,I.  J.  Wesley 

Prepare  ye  the  way  of  the  Lord. 

COMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 
Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord; 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  Gospel  word 

2  Go  into  every  nation,  go; 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, — 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show: 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  niglu 

3  Hark  !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,— Prepare,- 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  waits  to  make  his  entrance  there- 


248  THE  MiNis'iny. 

4  The  Lord  your  God  shall  quickly  come; 
Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey: 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room: 
Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  the  way. 

366  [301]  L.  M.  J.  Weslei/. 

God's  Delight  in  his  Servants. 

HIGH  on  his  everlasting  throne. 
The  King  of  saints  his  -work  surveys; 
Marks  the  dear  souls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  smiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  rests,  well  plcas'd  their  toils  to  see; 

Beneath  his  easy  yoke  they  move; 
"With  all  their  heart  and  strength  agree 
In  the  sweet  labor  of  his  love, 

3  See  where  the  servants  of  the  Lord, 

A  busy  multitude,  appear; 
For  Jesus  day  and  night  employ'd, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear 

4  The  love  of  Christ  their  hearts  constrains. 

And  strengthens  their  unwearied  hands: 
They  spend  their  sweat,  and  blood,  and  paiftS, 
To  cultivate  Emanuel's  lands. 

5  Jesus  their  toil  delighted  sees; 

Their  industry  vouchsafes  to  crown: 
He  kindly  gives  the  wish'd  increase. 
And  sends  the  promis'd  blessing  down. 

367  [302]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Minister's  only   Work. 

JESUS,  the  Xame  high  over  all. 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall. 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 


THE  MINISTRY.  249 

2  Jesus,  the  'Name  to  sinners  dear, — 

The  Name  to  sinners  given; 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear; 

It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ner's  fettei's  breaks. 

And  bruises  Satan's  head; 
Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks. 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  0  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace; 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, — 

His  saving  truth  proclaim: 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below. 

To  cry, — Behold  the  Lamb ! 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name; 
Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold,  behold  the  Larnb  ! 

368  [303]  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Pastoral  Office. 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake. 
And  take  Ih'  alarm  they  give; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import. 

The  pastor's  care  demands; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart. 
And  fill'd  a  Savior's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego; 
For  souls,  which  must  forever  live 
In  raptures,  or  in  woe. 


250  THE    MINISTRY. 

4  May  they  iu  Jesus,  whom  they  preach. 
Their  own  Itcdecraer  see; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls. 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

369  [305]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley 
Minister's  Prayer — Christ's  constrairdng  Love. 

SAVIOR  of  men,  thj'  searching  eye, 
Doth  all  my  inmost  thoughts  descry: 
Doth  aught  on  earth  my  wishes  I'aisc, 
Or  the  world's  pleasures  or  its  praise'? 

2  The  love  of  Christ  doth  me  constrain. 
To  seek  the  wand'ring  souls  of  men; 
With  cries,  entreaties,  tears,  to  save, 
To  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave. 

3  For  this  let  men  revile  my  name — 
K'o  cross  I  shun,  I  fear  no  shame; 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  pain ! 
Only  thy  terrors,  Lord,  restrain. 

4  My  life,  my  blood,  I  here  present. 
If  for  thy  truth  they  must  be  spent: 
Fulfill  thy  sov'reign  counsel.  Lord  ! 
Thy  will  be  done,  thy  name  ador'd  ! 

5  Give  me  thy  strength,  O  God  of  pow'r: 
Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 
Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  be; 

'Tis  fix'd,  I  can  do  all  through  thee. 

370  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Lalorers  are    Few. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 
Thy  needy  servant's  cry; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayei'. 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 


THE    MINISTRY.  351 

2  On  thee  -^e  humbly  wait, — 

Ouv  wants  are  in  thy  view; 
The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  is  great. 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  Church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  O  let  them  spread  thy  name, — 

Their  mission  fully  prove; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, — 
Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

371  L.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

The  Fearless  Preacher. 

SHALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain? 
Or,  undismay'd  in  deed  and  word. 
Be  a  true  witness  of  my  Lord  ? 

2  Aw'd  by  a  mortal's  frown,  shall  I 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  Most  High? 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear  ? 

3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  th'  unholy  throng 
Soften  thy  truth,  or  smooth  ray  tongue. 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 
The  cross  endur'd,  my  Lord,  by  thee  ! 

4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  I  dread? 
Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid? 
A  man  !  an  heir  of  death  !  a  slave 

To  sin  !'  a  bubble  on  the  wave  ! 

5  Yea,  let  men  rage;  since  thou  wilt  spread 
Thy  shadowing  wings  around  my  head: 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love. 

Will  still  my  sure  refreshment  prove. 


25S  THE   MINISTKT- 

372  [306]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Proclaiming  Good  News. 

YE  messengers  of  God,  arise: 
And  blow  the  trumpet  of  your  Lord  ! 
And  let  all  men  beneath  the  skies, 
Hear  the  awak'ning  joyful  word  I 

2  It  is  a  joyful,  solemn  sound. 

And  may  remotest  nations  hear; 

Free  grace  and  love  in  Christ  abound. 

Listen,  ye  mortals,  and  give  ear  ! 

3  This,  the  good  news  of  gospel  grace, 

To  ruin'd,  starving,  helpless  souls; 
To  all  the  sons  of  Adam's  race. 

Who  dwell  between  the  distant  poles." 

4  The  jubilee  of  grand  release, 

Through  the  atoning  Lamb  of  God; 
From  him  receive  pardon  and  peace. 

And  freedom  through  his  precious  blood. 

373  [554]  S.  M-  Yoke. 

Ministers  Encouraged. 

TE  messengers  of  Christ, 
His  sovereign  voice  obey; 
Arise  and  follow  where  he  leads. 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Savior's  name; 

Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace; 
Proclaim  salvation,  full  and  free. 
To  Adam's  guilty  race. 


THE   MINISTRY.  253 

3  We  wish  you,  iu  his  name, 
The  most  divine  success. 
Assured  that  he  who  sends  you  form 
Will  vour  endeavors  bless. 

374  C.  M.  Wert. 
God's  Blessing  ensures  Success. 

]VrOW,  Lord,  fulfill  thy  faithful  word,— 
i  1    Thy  servants'  labors  bless; 
Now  let  the  prayer  of  faith  be  heard, 
And  grant  them  full  success. 

2  Long  have  they  in  thy  vineyard  wrought. 

And  with  unwearied  toil; 
Alas  !  they  spend  their  strength  for  naught. 
Upon  a  sterile  soil. 

3  Arise,  0  God,  exert  thy  power; 

Thy  people's  hopes  sustain; 
And  richly  on  thy  vineyard  shower 
The  first  and  latter  rain. 

4  Lord,  we  corn  mend  the  work  to  thee; 

Thy  servants  guide  and  bless; 
Thy  guidance  gives  security, — 
Thy  blessing, — full  success. 

375  jL-  iJ-  Montgomery. 
A  Pastor  Welcomed. 

"XTFE  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
VV     Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head: 
Come  as  a  servant:  so  he  came; 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd:  guard  and  keep 
This  fold  from  Satan  and  from  sin; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep; 
The  wounded  hoal,  the  lo.^t  bring  in. 


i?54  Tin:  MiMsrnY. 

3  Come  a^^  a  watchman:  take  thy  stand 

Upon  thy  towor  on  Zion's  Jiight; 
And  when  the  sword  comes  on  the  land. 
Warn  ns  to  fly,  or  teach  to  fight. 

4  Come  as  an  aug-el,  hence  to  guide 

A  band  of  pilgrims  on  their  way; 
That,  safely  walking  at  thy  side, 
We  never  fail,  nor  fairjt,  nor  stray. 

5  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod. 

While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

6  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 

Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase. 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

3^6  IS.  M.  Montgomery. 

Sow  beside  all   Waters. 

SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed; 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, — 
Broad  cast  it  o'er  tlie  land. 

2  Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive, — 

The  late  or  early  soM^n; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  genu  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown: 

3  And  duly  shall  appear. 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear. 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain: 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  irai'ners  in  the  dav. 


THK    Ml.VISTRy.  255 

377  lis  (fe  12s,  Hunter. 

Missionary's  Death  in  a  Strange  Land. 

AWAY  froru  his  home  and   the   friends  of 
his  youth, 
He  hasted,  the  herald  of  mercy  and  truth; 
For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and  to  seek  for  the 

lost; 
Soon,  alas  !  was  his  fall — but  he  died  at  his 
post. 

2  The  stranger's  eye  wept,  that,  in  life's  bright- 

est bloom, 
One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb; 
For  in  ardor  he  led  in  the  van  of  the  host. 
And  he  fell   like   a  soldier — he  died  at  his 

post. 

3  He  wept  not  himself  that  his   warfare  was 

done; — 
The  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won: 
But  he  whispered   of  those  whom   his   heart 

clung  to  most, 
"  Tell  my  brethren,  for  me,  that  I  died  at  my 

post.'' 

4  He  asked  not  a  stone  to  be  sculptured  with 

verse; 
He  asked   not  that  fame  should  his   merits 

rehearse  ; 
But  he  asked  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the 

ghost, 
That  his  brethren  might  know  that  he  died 

at  his  post. 

5  Victorious  his  fall — for  he  rose  as  he  fell, 
"With  Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glorv  to  dwell 


256  TIIK    MINISTRY. 

He  Las  passed  o'er  ilie  stream,  and  has  reach- 
ed the  bright  coast. 
For  he  fell  like  a  martyr — he  died  at  his  post. 

6  And  can  ■\re  the  words  of  his  exit  forget? 
Oh  !  no,  they  are  fresh  in  our  memory  yet; 
An  cxanjple  so  brilliant  shall  never  be  lost. 
We  "will  fall  in  the  work — we  will  die  at  our 
post. 
378  C.  M.  Anon. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Pastor. 
IVrOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 
J-i    And  all  our  tears  be  dry; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief. 
Which  view  a  Savior  nigh  ? 

2  What,  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 

Does  God's  own  house  invade? 
What,  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Be  numbered  with  the  dead? 

3  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged,  and  the  young. 
The  watchful  eye,  in  darkness  closed. 
And  mute  the  instructive  tongue* 

4  The  eternal  Shepherd  still  sumves, 

New  comfort  to  impart; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

5  "Lo,  I  am  with  you  !"  saith  the  Lord; 

"  My  church  shall  safe  abide: 

For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own. 

Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

6  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust: 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  wo  are  cold  in  dust. 


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379  L-  M.  Anon. 

Go  preach  to  All. 

THUS  spake  the  Savior,  when  he  sent 
His  rain  inters  to  preach  his  word; 
They  through  tlie  world  obedient  went, 
And  spread  the  gospel  of  their  Lord. 

2  "Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 

Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
The  gospel  jubilee  proclaim, 
And  call  them  to  repent  and  live. 

3  "  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart. 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies; 
Bind  up  the  broken,  bleeding  heart. 
And  wipe  the  tear  from  weeping  eyes. 

4  "  Be  wise  as  serpents  where  you  go. 

But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove; 
And  let  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show 
That  you  're  commissioned  from  above. 

5  "  Freely  from  me  ye  have  received; 

Freely  in  love  to  others  give; 
Thus  shall  your  doctrines  be  believed, 
And  by  your  labor  sinners  live." 

6  Happy  those  servants  of  the  Lord 

Who  thus  their  Master's  will  obey; 
How  rich,  how  full  is  their  reward. 
Reserved  until  the  final  day. 

380  L.  M.  Hunter. 

The  Itinerant's  Death. 

THE  music  of  his  steps  was  sought. 
His  time  had  come,  but  he  came  not; 
His  little  ones  were  wont  to  greet 
The  sound  of  his  returning  feet: 
17 


258  TH£   MINISTEY. 

They  waited  long — were  waiting  still. 
To  see  him  hasting  o'er  the  hill. 
Across  the  brook,  and  to  the  door, 
His  manly  face  with  joy  spread  o'er. 

2  He  was  a  faithful  man  of  God, 
And  in  his  Savior's  footsteps  trod; 
Stern  duty  bade  hira  often  stray 
From  those  who  near  his  bosom  lay; 
But  when  from  anxious  toils  return 'd. 
Kind  hearts  with  strong  affection  burn'd; 
The  husband's  and  the  father's  voice. 

In  every  ear  pourd  richest  joys. 

3  But  ah !  those  ears  no  more  shall  hear 
That  voice  to  wife  and  children  dear; 
Those  eyes  of  love  shall  never  more 
Look  on  that  face  with  joy  spread  o'er; 
Shall  never  see  their  loved  one  come. 

To  cheer  their  hearth  and  bless  their  home: 
Low  lies  his  form  beneath  the  sod; 
High  lives  his  spirit  with  his  God. 

4  Yet  still  they  look  with  glistening  eye. 
Till  lo  !  a  herald  hastens  nigh; 

He  comes  the  tale  of  woe  to  tell, 
How  he,  their  prop  and  glory  fell; 
How  died  he  in  a  stranger's  room, 
How  strangers  laid  him  in  the  tomb. 
How  spake  he  with  his  latest  breath. 
And  loved  and  bless'd  them  all  in  death. 

381  L.  M.  Anon. 

Praijer  for  a  Sick  Pastor. 

OTHOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down. 
View  the  sad  breast,  the  streaming  eye. 
And  let  our  sorrow  =5  pierce  the  sky. 


THE    MIXISTET.  259 

2  Thou  knowest  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  -^ould  tell 
Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief. 
And  give  our  aching  hearts  relief. 

3  "With  po"^er  -benign  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him  sinking  to  the  grave. 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give. 

And  bid  our  friend  and  pastor  live. 

5  Bound  to  our  souls  by  tenderest  ties, 
In  many  breasts  his  image  lies: 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart. 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail. 

And  prayers  and  tears  can  nought  avail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

382  [513J  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Death  of  an  aged  Minister. 

<4  aERVANT  of  God,  well  done; 
O   Rest  from  thy  loved  employ: 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came; 

He  started  up  to  hear; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame; 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amid  alarms. 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 


260  TKE    MIXISTRT. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past; 

Laoor  and  sorrow  cease; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last. 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done; 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Savior's  joy. 

383  [304]  L.  M.  JTatts. 

The  Gospel  exemplijied  in  th^  Conduct. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Savior  God, 
When  his  salvation  reigrj»s  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied. 
Ambition,  envy,  lust,  and  pride; 

While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love. 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope. 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 


TH£   SABBATH.  261 


THE  SABBATH. 

384  [385]  L.  M.  Stennet. 

Holy  Enjoyment  Anticipated. 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done. 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  that  God  hath  blest. 

2  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies. 

And  draw  fiom  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows  ! 

3  A  heavenly  calm  pervades  the  breast. 
The  earnest  of  that  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view. 
In  various  scenes,  both  old  and  new: 
With  praise,  we  think  on  mercies  past; 
With  hope,  we  future  pleasures  taste. 

5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day. 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away; 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  I 

385  [390]  10s.  Browne. 

Spiritual  Longings. 

HAIL,  happy  day  I  thou  day  of  holy  rest ! 
What  heavenly  peace  and   transport  fill 
my  breast 
When  Christ,  the  God  of  grace,   in  love  de- 
scends, 
And  kindly  holds  communion  with  his  friends. 


262  TBE   SABBATH. 

2  Let  earth  and  all  its  vanities  be  gone, 
Move  from  my  sight,  and  leave  my  soul  alone; 
Its  flattering,  fading  glories  I  despise, 

And  to  immortal  beauties  turn  my  eyes. 

3  Fain  would  I  mount  and  penetrate  the  skies. 
And  on  my  Savior's  glories  fix  my  eyes: 

0,  meet  my  rising  soul,  thou  God  of  love, 
And  waft  it  to  the  blissful  realms  above, 

386  [386]  C.  M.  De  Courcy. 

The  Sabhath  a  Type  of  Heaven. 

COME,  let  us  join,  with  sweet  accord, 
In  hymns  around  the  throne; 
This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Hath  made  and  called  his  own. 

2  This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blest. 
The  brightest  of  the  seven, — 
A  type  of  that  eternal  rest 
Which  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 

387  [387]  lOs.  W.  Mason, 

The  Sabbath  a  Day  of  holy  Rest. 

AGAIIST  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest. 
Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jeho- 
vah blest; 
When,  like  his  own,  he  bade  our  labors  cease. 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey; 
So  shall  he  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

3  Father  of  heaven,  in  whom  our  hopes  confide. 
Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts 

guide, 
In  life  our  Guardian,  and  in  death  our  Friend, 
Glory  supreme  be  thine,  till  time  shall  end. 


THE   SABBATH  263 

388  [398]  L.  M.  Watts. 

Delight  in  the  Sabbath 

SWEET  is  the  work,  mv  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing. 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  saci-ed  rest; 

No  mortal  care  shall  fill  my  breast; 
0,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  i)avi(i's  hai-p,  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word: 
His  work  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine 
How  deep  his  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  And  I  sh^ll  share  a  glorious  part, 
"When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, "^ 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below. 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

389  [391]  C.  M.  Browne. 

Return  of  the  Sabbath. 

FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns  ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love  ; 
Our  follies.  Lord,  forgive; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 


264  THE   SABBATH. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope. 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up. 
And  Sabbaths  never  end; — 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air — 

With  heavenly  luster  shine — 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear. 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

390  [388]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  a  Blessed  Sabbath. 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day, 
Come,  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away, 
llfow,  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

3  Then,  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er. 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransomed,  we  shall  spend 
A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 

391  [392]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Hope  of  an  endless  Sabbath. 

¥HEN,  dearest  Savior — when  shall  I 
Behold  thee  all  serene; 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath  day, 
Without  a  vail  between? 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 
Amid  a  world  of  cares; 
Incline  my  roving  heart  to  pray. 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 


THE  SABBAin.  206 

3  Thy  Spirit,  0  my  Father,  give, 
To  be  ray  guide  and  friend; 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys — 
Where  Sabbaths  never  end. 

392  [397]  L.  M.  Bathurst, 

The  Lord's  Day. 

THIS  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own; — 
Oh  !  let  us  then  his  praise  declare. 
Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone, 

And  seek  his  face,  with  fervent  prayer. 

2  Lord  !  in  thy  love,  would  we  rejoice. 

That  bids  the  burdened  soul  be  free; 
And,  with  united  heart  and  voice. 
Devote  these  sacred  hours  to  thee. 

3  Now  let  the  world's  delusive  things 

No  more  our  groveling  thoughts  employ. 
But  faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings, 
In  search  of  heaven's  unfailing  joy. 

4  Oh  !  let  these  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  ! 

Be  to  our  lasting  welfare  blest; 
The  purest  comfort  here  afford. 
And  fit  us  for  eternal  rest. 

393  [154]  S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Sabbath   Welcome. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest. 
That  saw  the  Lord  ai-ise: 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near. 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 


266  THE   SABBATH. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place, 

"Where  thou,  mj  God,  art  seen, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

394  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Sabbath  the  best  of  Days. 

BLEST  day  of  God!  most  calm,  most  bright. 
The  first  and  best  of  days; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Savior" s  face  made  thee  to  shine; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise; 
And  made  thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind; 
And  they  who  do  the  Sabbath  love, 
A  happy  week  will  find. 

4  This  day  I  must  to  God  appear; 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  thine; 

Help  me  to  spend  it  in  thy  fear, 

And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 


395  [396]  C.  M.  Bathurst. 

The  First  Sabbath. 

HO"W  bright  a  day  was  that,  which  saw 
Creation's  work  complete  ! 
All  nature  owned  her  Maker's  law. 
And  worshiped  at  his  feet. 


THE   SABBATH.  267 

2  Tlie  world,  arranged  by  power  divine, 

In  perfect  order  stood; 
And,  resting  from  his  great  design, 
God  saw  that  all  was  good. 

3  ISot  such  a  Sabbath  now  appears, 

For  sin  has  ruined  all; 
No  longer  man  with  pleasure  hears 
A  gracious  Father's  call. 

4  Yet,  Lord  I  bring  back  the  reign  of  peace. 

Let  brighter  days  begin; 
And  teach  vain  creatures  how  to  cease 
From  folly  and  from  sin. 

5  Let  sinners  be  again  made  thine, 

Though  once  with  vengeance  cursed; 
And  let  a  second  Sabbath  shine, 
As  glorious  as  the  first. 

396  [402]  7s.  Newton. 

The  Sahhath  in  the  Sanctuary. 
AFELY  through  another  week 
•   God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day, — 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise. 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear; 


s- 


26S  THE   SABBATH. 

Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound. 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints; 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

397    [155]  C.  M.  Sf.  Wesley,  Jr. 

Easter  Sunday. 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who  joyful  in  harmonious  lays 
Employ  an  endless  rest. 

2  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee. 

We  blest  and  pious  grow: 
By  hymns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  gloiy  was  displayed 
By  God,  the  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme: 
'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught, 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

5  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran. 

Alone  the  wine-press  trod; 
He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man — 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

6  The  sun  of  righteousness  appears, 

To  set  in  blood  no  more; 
Adore  the  scatterer  of  your  fears — 
Your  rising  Sun  adore. 


THE   SABBATH  269 

398  C.  M.  Edmeston. 

The  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close. 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn. 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease; 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  ray  pilgrimage  be  done. 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er. 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun. 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more? 

399  H.  M.  Hayward. 

Delight  in  the  Sabbath. 

WELCOME,  delightful  morn. 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return. 

Lord  make  these  moments  blest: 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend. 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend. 

While  saints  address  thy  face: 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quick'ning  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 


270  THE    SABBATH. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Disclo^^e  a  Savior  s  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours: 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulg'd  in  vain. 

400  L-  M.  Montgomery. 
Universal  Observance  of  the  Sabbath. 

WITHIN"  Thy  courts  have  millions  met. 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed; 
Their  faces  heavenward  were  set, 
Their  vows  to  Thee,  0  God !  they  vowed. 

2  Still  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 

O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 
Thy  far- spread  family  awoke. 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  From  east  to  west  the  sun  suiweyed, 

From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs; 
And  still  where  evening  stretched  her  shade. 
The  stars  came  forth  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh. 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain; 
To  hearts  that  sought  Thee  Thou  wast  nigh, 
Nor  hath  one  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 

5  The  poor  in  spirit  Thou  hast  fed, 

The  feeble  soul  hath  strengthened  been. 
The  mourner  Thou  hast  comforted, 
The  pure  in  heart  their  God  have  seen 

401  L.  M.  iinon. 

Hailing  Sabbath. 

LORD  of  the  Sabbath  and  its  light, 
I  hail  thy  hallowed  day  of  rest; 
It  is  my  weary  soul's  delight, 

The  solace  of  ray  care-worn  breast. 


THE   SABBATH.  271 

2  Its  dewy  inovn,  its  glowing  noon, 

Its  tranquil  eve,  its  solemn  night. 
Pass  sweetly;  but  they  pass  too  soon, 
And  leave  me  saddened  at  their  flight. 

3  Yet  sweetly  as  they  glide  along, 

And  hallowed  tho'  the  calm  they  yield, 

Transporting  though  their  rapturous  song, 

And  heavenly  visions  seem  revealed; — 

4  My  soul  is  desolate  and  drear. 

My  silent  harp  untuned  remains, 
Unless,  my  Savior,  Thou  art  near. 

To  heal  my  wounds  and  soothe  nay  pains.  ] 

5  Oh  !  Jesus,  let  me  ever  hail 

Thy  presence  with  the  day  of  rest ; 
Then  will  Thy  servant  never  fail 
To  deem  Thy  Sabbath  doubly  blest. 

402  H.  M.  CotteriU. 

The  Resurrection  Celebrated. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  awake. 
And  hail  the  sacred  day; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
Your  joyful  homage  pay; 
Come,  bless  the  day  I  The  type  of  heayen's 
That  God  hath  blest  |  Eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose. 
And  burst  the  bars  of  death. 
And  vanquished  all  our  foes; 
And  now  he  pleads  I  And  reaps  the  fruit. 
Our  cause  above,      |  Of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains. 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings; 


fi72 


THK    SABBATH. 


Worthy  the  Lamb,     I  Thro\igh  endless  years 
That  mice  was  slain,  |  To  live  and  reign. 

403  Bs  &  7s.  Collyer. 
The  Dawning  Sabbath. 

SEE  the  clouds  upon  the  mountains, 
Rolling,  vising,  melt  away. 
Light,  forth  flowing  from  its  fountain. 
Pours  an  unobstructed  ray. 

2  So  before  Thy  presence  fading. 

Lord,  may  every  shadow  fly; 
Chase  the  gloom  my  soul  invading. 
With  the  sunbeam  of  Thine  eye. 

3  Lo  !  it  dawns,  the  Sabbath  morning 

Streams  witk  radiance  all  divine; 
Sanctify  Thy  courts  adorning, 
Beautiful  with  grace  they  shine 

4  Holiness  becomes  Thy  dwelling. 

Peerless  Sovereign  of  the  sky. 
Princely  palaces  excelling, 
Pomp  of  earthly  majesty. 

5  Rise,  my  soul,  the  day  is  breaking, 

Gladdened  nature  drinks  the  light; 
From  the  sleep  of  darkness  waking, 
Put  off  all  the  clouds  of  night. 

6  Take  the  rest  this  day  is  bringing. 

Best  of  all  our  earthly  days. 
Enter  thou  His  gates  with  singing, 
Tread  the  hallowed  floor  with  praise. 

404  7s.  S.F.  Smith. 
The  Sabbath  a  Symbol  of  Rest. 

SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun. 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 


PUBLIC  ^V^OBSHIP.  27$ 

Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
0  'er  the  earth  as  daylight  fades; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose 
At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

Peace  is  on  the  ^s^orld  abroad; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within. 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshiper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

Savior,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  Thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose. 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

405  [394]  L.  M.  Anon, 

Public    Worship  Delightful. 

LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee ! 
At  once  they  sing — at  once  they  pray — 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there  and  still  would  go: 
'Tis  like  the  dawn  of  heaven  below: 
Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say. 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  Oh  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word  I 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more. 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

18 


274  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  divine. 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine; 
That,  finding  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down,  and  wake  with  God 

406  [238]  S.  M.  Stenneti. 

The  place  of  Worship  Lovely. 

HOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Un vails  the  glories  of  his  face. 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned. 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  To  hira  their  prayers  and  cries, 

Each  contrite  soul  presents: 
And  while  he  hears  their  humble  sighs. 
He  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode; 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace. 
The  servants  of  rav  God. 


407  [395]  C.  M.  Waits. 

Delight  in  Worship. 
LOVE  to  see  the  Lord  below; 
His  church  displays  his  grace; 
But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know. 
And  view  him  face  to  face. 


I 


2  I  love  to  worship  at  his  feet. 
Though  sin  annoy  me  there; 
But  saints,  exalted  near  his  seat. 
Have  no  assaults  to  fear. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  275 

3  I  love  to  meet  him  in  his  court, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love; 
But  still  his  visits  seem  too  short, 
Or  I  too  soon  remove. 

4  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight; 

He  hides,  and  all  is  pain: 
When  ^vill  he  fix  me  in  his  sight, 
And  ne'er  depart  again? 

5  0  Lord,  I  lave  thy  service  now; 

Thy  church  displays  thy  power; 
But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  bow 
And  praise  theo  evermore. 


408  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  Sabbath  Bell. 

SWEET  Sabbath  bells !  I  love  your  voice— 
You  call  me  to  the  house  of  prayer; 
Oft  have  you  made  my  heart  rejoice. 
When  1  have  gone  to  worship  there. 

2  But  now,  a  prisoner  of  the  Lord, 

His  hand  forbids,  I  can  not  go; 
Yet  may  I  here  His  love  record. 

And  here  the  sweets  of  worship  know. 

3  Each  place  alike  is  holy  ground, 

Where  prayer  from  humble  souls  is  poured, 
Where  pi-aise  awakes  its  silver  sound, 
Or  God  is  silently  adored. 

4  His  sanctuary  is  the  heart — 

There,  with  the  contrite,  will  He  rest; 
Lnrd,  come,  a  Sabbath  frame  impart. 
And  make  Thy  temple  in  my  breast. 


276  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

409  7s.  Montgomery. 
Prayer  for  a  Blessing  on  Public  Worship. 

TO  thy  temple  we  repair; 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there; 
There,  within  the  veil,  we  meet 
Christ  upon  the  mercy-seat. 

2  "While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Tune  our  lips,  inspire  our  tongue; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Christ,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend. 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend; 
Hear  us  when  thy  Spirit  pleads; 
Hear  us,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

410  [407]  0.  M.  Doddridge, 

Inv'Jjtion  to  Worship. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God 
In  evetiasting  bands. 
And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows 
With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste. 

And  seek  his  favor  there. 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  offer  fervent  prayer. 

3  Come,  let  us  share,  without  delay, 

The  blessings  of  his  grace; 
Nor  shall  the  years  of  distant  life 
Their  memory  e'er  efface. 

4  0,  may  our  children  ever  haste 

To  seek  their  fathers'  God, 
Nor  e'er  forsake  the  happy  path 
Their  fathers'  feet  have  trod. 


UBLIC   WORSHIP.  277 

411  [399]  C.  M.  Anon. 

A  Blessing  Sought. 

AGAIN"  our  earthly  cares  vre  leave. 
And  to  thy  courts  repair; 
Again,  with  joyful  feet,  we  come 
To  meet  our  Savior  here. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace. 

And  love,  and  concord,  dwell; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye. 

The  humble  mind,  bestow^; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise, 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above. 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

412  [331]  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

God's  Pamlion. 

G1  RANT  me  within  thy  courts  a  place, 
r  Among  thy  saints  a  seat. 
Forever  to  behold  thy  face, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet: — 

2  In  thy  pavilion  to  abide, 

When  storms  of  trouble  blow. 
And  in  thy  tabernacle  hide, 
Secure  from  every  foe. 


278  PUBLIC    WOttaHlP. 

3  Seek  ye  my  face; — -vvithout  delay, 

When  thus  I  hear  thee  speak. 
My  heart  would  leap  for  joy,  and  say, — 
Thy  face,  Lord,  will  I  seek. 

4  Then  leave  me  not  when  griefs  assail. 

And  earthly  comforts  flee; 
When  father,  mother,  kindred  fail. 
My  God  !  remember  me. 

413  [413]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Thankful  Acknowledgment  of  God's  Goodness. 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
'My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  who  fill  thy  house. 

My  offering  shall  be  paid; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul,  in  anguish,  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Ifow  I  am  thine, — forever  thine, — 

'Nov  shall  my  purpose  move; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bouud  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now. 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


PUBLIC  woRauip.  279 

414  [336]  L.  M.  Kelley. 

Christ  Fresent  with  his  People. 

HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awbile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 
Dear  Savior  !  on  thy  people  smile. 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat. 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee: 
Ah  !  Lord !  behold  us  at  thy  feet; — 
Let  this  the  "  gate  of  heaven"  be. 

3  '-  Chief  of  ten  thousand  !"  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face: 

Oh  !  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear. 

And  let  thy  presence^ fill  this  place. 

415  12s-  Anon. 
The  Excellency  of  the  House  of  the  Lord. 

YOU  may  sing  of  the  beauty  of  mountain 
and  dale, 
Of  the  silvery  streamlet  and  flow  'rs  of  the 

vale; 
But  the  place  most  delightful  this  earth  can 

afford 
Is  the  place  of  devotion — the  house  of  the 
Lord. 

2  You  may  boast  of  tlie  sweetness  of  day's  early 
dawn — 

Of  the  sky's  softening  graces  when  day  is  just 
gone ; 

But  there 's  no  other  season  or  time  can  com- 
pare 

With  the  hour  of  devotion — the  season  of 
prayer. 


280  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

3  You  may  value  the  friendships  of  youth  and 

of  age, 
And  select  for  your  comrades  the  noble  and 

sage: 
But  the  friends  that  most  cheer  me  on  life's 

rugged  road 
Are  the  friends  of  my  Master — the  children 

of  God. 

4  You  may  talk  of  your  prospects,  of  fame,  or  of 

wealth, 
And  the  hopes  that  oft  flatter  the  fav'rites  of 

health; 
But  the  hope  of  bright  glory — of  heavenly 

bliss ! 
Take  away  every  other,  and  give  me  but  this. 

5  Ever  hail,  blessed  temple,  abode  of  my  Lord  1 
I  will  turn  to  thee  often,  to  hear  from  his 

word; 
I  will  walk  to  the  altar  with  those  that  Hove, 
And  delight  in  the  prospects  revealed  from 

above. 

416  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Hearing  the  Word. 

GOD  in  his  temple  let  us  meet; 
Low  on  our  knees  before  Him  bend; 
Here  hath  He  fixed  His  mercy-seat; 
Here  on  His  Sabbaths  we  attend. 

2  Arise  into  Thy  resting-place. 

Thou,  and  Thine  ark  of  strength,  0  Lord  I 
Shine  through  the  vail,  we  seek  Thy  face; 
Speak,  for  we  hearken  to  Thy  word. 

3  With  righteousness  Thy  saints  array; 

Joyful  Thy  chosen  people  be; 
Let  mose  who  teach  and  those  who  pray— 
Let  all  be  holiness  to  Thee. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  281 

417  [560]  C.  M.  Anon 

Meeting  Christ  in  his  Temple. 

LORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came; 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Savior  here. 
Oh  !  make  our  joys  the  same. 

2  "With  what  divine  and  vast  delight. 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd; 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  child. 

3  "  I  now  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried. 

Behold  thy  servant  dies; 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation.  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  *'  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  shine. 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
Thine  Israel's  gloiy  and  their  hope. 
To  break  their  slavish  bands. 

5  Jesus !  the  vision  of  thy  face. 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms: 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  you  hear  my  heart-strings  break. 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll; 
A  mortal  paleness  on  ray  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 

418  L.  M.  Cunningham. 
Devotion's  Soothing  Powers. 

DEAR  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me. 
When  Sabbath  bells  awake  the  day. 
And,  by  their  sacred  minstrelsy. 
Call  me  from  earthly  cares  away. 


282  PUBLIC     AVOUSHIP. 

2  And  dear  to  me  the  winged  hour 

Spent  in  Thy  hallowed  courts,  O  Lord  ! 
To  feel  devotion's  soothing  power. 
And  catch  the  manna  of  Thy  word. 

3  And  dear  to  me  the  loud  Amen 

Which  echoes  through  the  blest  abode. 
Which  swells,  and  sinks,  and  swells  again, 
Dies  on  the  walls,  but  lives  to  -God. 

4  Oft  when  the  world,  with  iron  hands. 

Has  bound  me  in  its  six  days'  chains, 
This  bursts   them,    like  the    strong    man's 
bands, 
And  lets  my  spirit  loose  again. 

5  Go,  man  of  pleasure,  strike  thy  lyre. 

Of  broken  Sabbaths  sing  the  charms; 
Ours  be  the  prophet's  car  of  fire 
That  bears  us  to  a  Father's  arms. 

419  S.  M.  Montgomery 

Mutual  Prayer  and  Worship. 

OUR  willing  feet  shall  stand 
Within  the  temple-door, 
While  young  and  old,  in  many  a  band, 
Shall  throng  the  sacred  floor. 

2  Thither  the  tribes  repair. 

Where  all  are  wont  to  meet, 
And,  joyful  in  the  house  of  prayer, 
Bend  at  Thy  mercy-seat. 

3  Within  these  walls  may  peace 

And  harmony  be  found; 
Zion,  in  all  thy  palaces, 
Prosperity  abound  ! 

4  For  friends  and  brethren  dear, 

Our  prayer  shall  never  cease; 

Oft  as  they  meet  for  worship  here, 

God  send  His  ueople  peace. 


i'LBLlC    WORSUII'.  283 

4:20  L-  M.  Anon. 

Out -Door  Worship. 

TWAS  Jesus'  last  and  great  command, 
'•  Go  preach  my  word  in  every  land, 
"To  all  be  my  salvation  shown, 
"  To  every  creature  make  it  known. 

2  "  While  thus  employed,  accept  my  grace, 
"  Attending  you  from  place  to  place: 

"  Where'er  you  meet  expect  me  there, 
"  In  church,  or  house,  or  open  air." 

3  Commissioned  thus,  we  come  abroad, 
To  preach  the  Gospel  of  our  God; 
The  love  of  God  in  Christ  to  tell, 
The  love  that  saves  from  sin  and  hell. 

4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  thy  word  fulfill. 
Thy  Spirit's  power  be  with  us  still; 
May  all  our  souls  thy  blessings  share. 
Accept  our  praise,  and  hear  our  prayer. 

421  [100]  4  lines  7s.  Hammond. 

For  a  General  Blessing. 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now. 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 
0,  do-not  our  suit  disdain; 
Shall  we  seek  thee.  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend; 
In  compassion  now  descend; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 


284  PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  gracious  God  and  kind: 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

422  [115]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Appearing  in  his  Courts. 

LORD,  in  thy  courts  we  now  appeal' 
And  bow  before  thy  throne; 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move. 
Our  wants  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Thou  know'st  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh; 
Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  pray'r, 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

3  Few  be  our  words,  and  short  our  pray'rs. 

While  we  together  meet; 
Short  duties  keep  th'  attention  up. 
And  make  devotion  sweet 

423  S.  M-  Jf.  Taylor. 

All  invited  to  the  House  of  Worship. 

COME  to  the  house  of  prayer  ! 
0  thou  afflicted,  come; 
The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there; 
He  makes  that  house  His  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise  ! 
Ye  who  are  happy  now. 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP.  285 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come ! 

For  ye  have  felt  His  love; 
Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be  dumb — 
Your  Ijps  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young  !  before  Ilis  throne, 

Come,  bow;  your  voices  raise; 
Let  not  your  hearts  His  praise  disown. 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all, 
Who  seest  the  tear  of  misery. 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call, 

G  Up  to  Thy  dwelling-place 
Bear  our  frail  spirits  on, 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tai'dy  pace. 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

424  L.  M.  Watts, 

Panting  for  God's  House. 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0,  Lord  of  hosts.  Thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  Thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  Thee ! 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  Temple  of  Thy  grace; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays. 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise, 

4  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate: 

God  is  their  strength;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  Helper,  God. 


286  PUBLIC   TTORSHIP. 

5  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length; 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear. 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

425  [315]  C.  M.  Wert. 

A  Blessing  on  the  Word. 

ONCE  more  we  come  before  our  God; 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask: 
0  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
iS'or  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 

From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  bid  our  waiting  minds  attend. 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart; 
And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  pai't. 

4  To  seek  thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose; 

To  each  thy  blessings  suit; 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows. 
Produce  abundant  fruit. 


426    [89]  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

Exhortation  to  Pray  and  Labor. 

BRETHREN",  we  are  met  together. 
To  adore  the  Lord,  our  God, 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power. 

While  we  strive  to  speak  his  word? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  One  come  down: 

Bretliren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 


PUBLIC   WOESHIP.  2&t 

2  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you, 

Standing  on  the  brink  of  vroe; 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go? 
See  our  fathers,  see  our  mothers. 

And  our  children  sinking  down. 
Brethren,  pray,  &c. 

3  Brethren,  here  are  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door; 
But  they  have  denied  the  Savior, 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before ; 
Yet  the  Savior  offers  pardon, 

If  they  will  confess  their  wound. 
Brethren,  pray,  <fec. 

4  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help  us? 

Moses'  sister  helped  him; 
"Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners. 

Who  are  straggling  hard  with  sin  ? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Savior, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found. 
Sisters,  pray,  &c. 

5  Brethren,  let  us  love  each  other. 

And  our  God  supremely  too; 
Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new. 
Then  he'll  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down; 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us. 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 

427  L.  M.  Faivceft. 

After  Prayer  and  before  Sermon. 

THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford. 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear. 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 


288  PUBLIC   -V^ORSHIP. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  food  divine  may  we  oe  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy. 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal. 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will; 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display. 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

428  CM.  Anon, 

Prayer  after  Sermon. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace. 
Send  down  thy  heavenly  rain ; 
In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid. 
And  water  too  in  vain. 

2  May  no  vain  thoughts,  those  birds  of  prey. 

Defraud  us  of  our  gain, 
JSTor  anxious  cares,  those  baleful  thorns, 
Choke  up  the  precious  grain. 

3  Ke'er  may  our  hearts  be  like  the  rock, 

Where  but  the  blade  can  spring, 
Which,  scorched  with  heaf,  becomes  by  noon 
A  dead,  a  useless  thing. 

4  Let  not  the  joys  thy  gospel  gives, 

A  transient  rapture  prove; 
Nor  may  the  world,  by  smiles  and  frowns, 
Our  faith  and  hope  remove. 

5  But  may  our  hearts,  like  fertile  soil, 

Receive  tlie  heavenly  word; 
So  shall  onr  fair  and  ripened  fruits 
Their  hundred-fold  afford. 


PUBLIC  wonsnii'.  289 

429  C.  M.  Montgomery. 
Hearing  and  Keeping  ike   Word. 

AGAIX  our  ears  have  heai-d  the  voice 
At  which  the  dead  shall  live; 
0  may  the  sound  our  hearts  rejoice, 
And  strength  immortal  give. 
2  And  have  we  heard  the  word  with  joy, 
And  have  we  felt  its  power? 
To  keep  it  be  our  blest  employ 
Till  life's  extrerarest  hour. 

430  [239]  C.  M.  SteeU. 
The  Presence  of  God  sought  in  his  House. 

COME,  0  thou  King  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  tribute  own, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
We  bow  before  thy  throne. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above 

With  warm  devotion  rise  1 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  But,  ah,  the  song,  how  faint  it  flows  ! 

How  languid  our  desire ! 
How  dim  the  sacred  passion  glows 
Till  thou  the  heart  inspire  ! 

4  Dear  Savior,  let  thy  ^lory  shine. 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here. 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

431  L.  M.  Anon. 

After  Sermon. 

ERE  to  the  world  again  we  go. 
Its  pleasures,  cares,  and  idle  show. 
Thy  grace,  once  more,  0  God,  we  crave. 
From  follv  and  from  sin  to  save. 
19 


290  PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  May  tlie  great  truths  we  here  have  heard- 
The  lessons  of  Thy  holy  word — 

Dwell  in  our  inmost  bosoms  deep. 
And  all  our  souls  from  error  keep. 

3  O,  may  the  influence  of  this  day 
Long  as  our  memory  with  us  stay. 
And  as  an  angel  guardian  prove. 
To  guide  us  to  our  home  above. 


432  CM.  Walts. 

The  rains  of  heaven  Sought. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  word  is  cast, 
Like  seed,  into  the  ground; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart. 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy; 
But  let  it  yield  a  hundred-fold 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Nor  let  thy  word,  so  kindly  sent 

To  raise  us  to  thy  throne. 
Return  to  thee  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  thy  Son. 

5  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quick'ning  grace  bestow. 
That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive. 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 


EEJOICINQ   AND   PBAISE.  291 

433  8s,  7s,  &  4.  Kelly. 

Spiritual  Improvement. 

IN"  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear, — 

Hear  with  meekness, — 
Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened 
We  would  run,  and  weary  be. 

Till  thy  glory. 
Without  clouds,  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

All  thy  people  shall  adore, 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 
Than  they  could  conceive  before, — 

Full  enjoyment, — 
Holv  bliss,  forevermore. 


REJOICING  AND  PRAISE. 

434  [22]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

General  Invitation  to  Praise  the  Redeemer. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 


X9X  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  mo  to  proclaim, — 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  JS'ame, 

3  Jesus  ! — the  Name  that  charms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks, — and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 

'New  life  the  dead  receive;  n 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Savior  come; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

435  [359]        P.  M.,  12s  &  9s.  C.  Wesley. 

Joy  of  the  Young  Convert. 

OH  !  how  happy  are  they, 
Who  their  Savior  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above; 
Tongue  cannot  express. 
The  sweet  comforts  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favor  divine, 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name.    . 


REJOlClXCi    AXD   PRAISE.  293 

3  *Twas  a  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know, 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  stoiy  repeat. 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore/ 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long, 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 
O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried. 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died. 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carried  above 
All  sin  and  temptation  and  pain; 

And  I  could  not  believe. 

That  I  ever  should  grieve — 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky. 

Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat; 

My  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire. 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  0  the  rapturous  hight. 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Savior  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

8  Never  more  will  I  stray. 

From  my  Savior  awav, 
But  I'll  follow  the  Lamb  till  I  die; 

I  will  take  up  ray  cro-s, 

And  count  all  things  bnt  loss. 
Till  I  meet  with  my  Lord  in  the  sky. 


294  REJOlClNCi    AND    i'RAiSi:. 

436  [182]  S.  M.  Watts. 

Mercy  of  God  to  the  Soul. 

0  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Let  all  within  me  join. 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favoi's  are  divine. 

2  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Kor  let  his  mercies  lie. 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness. 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins — 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain — 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses. 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love. 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good; 

He  gives  the  sujff'rers  rest: 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  jDroud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppress'd. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

7  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 


ULJUlClNCi    AND    I'KAlbK.  295 

437  [184]  C.  M.  Sieelc, 

Love  of  Christ  Celebrated. 

TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
Awake  the  sacred  song ! 
O,  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tuue  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach ! 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 
Imagination's  ntmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring,  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee. 
May  every  heart  with,  rapture  say, 
"  The  Savior  died  for  me." 

4  0,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

438  [185]  S.  M.  Hammond. 
Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
"Wake  every  heart,  and  every  tongue. 
To  praise  the  Savior's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love; 

Sing  of  his  rising  powers 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above. 

For  us  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart. 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 


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296  REJOICING    AND   PEAISE- 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way. 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 

In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come !" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away. 
To  our  eternal  home. 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim. 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

439  [168]  6s  A  4s.  Anon. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

&LORY  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply; 
Praise  ye  his  name; 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
"Who  all  our  sorrows  bore; 
And  sing  forevermore, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb." 

2  Ye  who  surround  the  throne. 
Join  cheerfully  in  one. 

Praising  his  name: 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb." 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race. 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless; 

Praise  ye  his  name; 
In  him  we  will  rejoice. 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice;> 

"Worthy  the  Lamb." 


REJOICING   AX©   rUAlSE.  297 

4  Soon  must  ■^e  change  our  place; 
Yet  ■will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name: 
To  him  our  songs  we'll  bring. 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

440  [188]  L.  M.  Medley. 

Loving  Kindness. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, — 
His  loving  kindness,  6  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  mo  ruin'd  in  the  fall. 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, — 
His  loving  kindness,  0  how  great! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes — 
Though  earth  and  hell  ray  way  oppose ; 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, — 

His  loving  kindness,  0  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud. 

He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, —  .<<f 

His  loving  kindness,  0  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot. 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale. 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath. 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death  I 


3i)8  KEJOlCi^U    AND    I'UAISE. 

7   Then  let  iiie  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ! 
And  sing  with  raptures  and  surprise 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

441  [192]  L.  M.  Waits. 
The  Creation  Invited  to  Praise  God. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung. 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word: 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring; 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim. 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Savior's  name. 

4  In  every  land  begin  the  song; 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong: 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise. 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 

442  [187]  6s  &  4s.  Anon. 

Worthy  is  the  Lamb. 

COME,  all  ye  saints  of  God; 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 
Spread  Jesus'  fame: 
Tell  what  his  love  has  done; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 


utJuioi.Nci  AMJ  riiAisi;.  299 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  feavs  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears; 

Swell  the  glad  theme; 
Praise  ye  our  gracious  King; 
Strike  each  melodious  string 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

3  Hark  !  how  the  choirs  above, ' 
Fill'd  with  the  Savior's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name  ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
"With  light  and  gloiy  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

443  [190]  C.  M.  Waits. 

The  Lamb  of  God  Worshiped. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,";^they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus:" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 

And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


300  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

444  [189]  S.  M.  Watts. 

Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround,  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  eveiy  tear  be  dry; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high 

445  [191 J  8s&7s.  Robinson. 
Mercies  Gratefully  Acknowledged. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  eveiy  blessing. 
Tune  ray  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure. 
Sung  by  raptured  saints  above; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 


REJOICING   AND   PRAISE.  301 

3  By  thy  Land  sustained,  defended, 

Safe  througli  life,  thus  far,  I've  come; 
Safely,  Lord,  when  life  is  ended. 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger. 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

5  0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  gi-ace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  my  heart;  0,  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

446     [195]  L.  M.  a  Wesley, 

The  Unspeakable  Gift. 

HAPPY  the  man  who  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above. 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  description,  he 
Who  knows  the  Savior  died  for  me ! 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains. 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer. 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fiU'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise, — 
Piiches  of  Christ  on  all  bestow'd. 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 


302  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites.-^ 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights: 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains; 
Thrice  happy,  who  his  guest  retains: 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven,  are  one. 

447  [196]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Praise  before,  and  after  Death. 

I'M  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die; 
From  grief  and  woe  my  soul  shall  fly; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  Xew  Jerusalem. 

2  I'll  praise  my  maker  while  I've  breath; 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death; 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

3  Farewell  vain  world,  I'm  going  home. 
My  Savior  smiles  and  bids  me  come; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 

4  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  ray  breath ! 
And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 

-•  Mj  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

5  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise. 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies. 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

C  Then  shall  I  see  my  gracious  C4od, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 


nE  J  DICING   AND   PRAISE.  303 

448  [193]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Rejoicing  in  Hope. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace. 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven: 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  0  1  by  faith  I  see; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours. 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay; 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  pow'rs. 

And  antedate  that  day; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near. 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd. 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

3  0  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  1 

And  let  the  vessels  break; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go. 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze,  j 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me. 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace  ^-^^ 

To  all  eternity. 

449  [194]  8  lines  8s.  Newton. 

All-Sufficiency  of  Jesus. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet    prospects,    sweet    birds,    and   sweet 
flowers. 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me; — 


304  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

The  midsummer  svm  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gaj; 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  Name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  ray  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice; 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh. 

Have  nothing  to  with  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resiga'd, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind; 
"While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 

If  Jesus  would  dAvell  with  me  there. 

4  My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  ai-e  no  more. 


450  [197]  CM.  IFesley 

Rejoicing  in  Universal  Love. 

INFINITE,  unexhausted  Love, 
(Jesus  and  love  are  one,) 
If  still  to  me  thy  bowels  move. 
They  are  restrained  to  none: 


EEIOICIXG    AM)   PRAISE,  305 

What  phall  I  do  my  God  to  love, 

My  loving  God  to  praise. 
The  length  and  breadth  and  hight  to  prove 

And  depth  of  sovereign  grace. 

2  Thy  sovereign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immense  and  unconfined; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  ends. 

It  reaches  all  mankind: 
Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  knowu 

Wide  as  infinity — 
So  wide  it  never  passed  by  one, 

Or  it  had  passed  by  me. 

3  My  trespass  was  grown  up  to  heaven; 

"But  far  above  the  skies, 
Through  Christ  abundantly  forgiven, 

I  see  thy  mercies  rise: 
The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love 

What  angel  tongue  can  tell? 
O  may  I  to  the  utmost  prove 

The  gift  unspeakable  J 

451  [199]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Goodness  and  Mercy. 

LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all; 
Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down. 

When  virtue  lies  distress'd, 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  seiwants  feel. 

Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cryj 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
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306  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere : 
Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise. 

And  spread  thy  fame  abroad; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 

452  [200]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Greatness  of  G»d. 

LON'G  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name. 
My  King,  ray  God  of  love; 
My  work,  my  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown. 

And  let  his  praise  be  great; 
I'll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne. 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song, 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  leach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  their  ways; 

Ag^  to  come,  thy  ti*uth  proclaim. 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

5  Thy  gracious  deeds  of  ancient  date. 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heavenly  state, 
With  public  splendor  shone. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands. 

Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


EKJOXCING    AND    I'fiAISE.  307 

453  [201]  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Bliss  of  Assurance. 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  lliey 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoii'd  sin; 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads. 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love; 
And  soft,  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts,  their  joys  come  on 

But  fly  not  haK  so  swift  away: 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  the  heavenly  hills. 

Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow; 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles. 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys. 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night. 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepai'es  for  their  delight. 

454  [202]  L.  M.  WaUs. 

All  Praise  due  to  God. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue. 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 


308  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

3  Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  make  ray  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

455  [204]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  to  God  the  Savior. 

MY  Savior,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

456  [203]  C.  M.  Watts. 
God's  Presence  is  Light  in  Darkness. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights. 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 


REJOICING   AND    PRAISE.  309 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star. 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 
While  Jesus  sho^vs  his  love  is  mine. 
And  whispers,  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word. 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way. 
To  meet  my  gracious  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I  break  through  every  foe: 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 

Shall  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

457  [208]  P.  M.  Anen. 

Triumphing  over  the  World  and  Death. 

OUR  bondage  here  shall  end,  by  and  by. 
From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free. 
Hail  the  glorious  jubilee; 
Arkd  to  Canaan  march  along,  by  and  by. 

2  Our  deliverer,  he  shall  come,  by  and  by, 

And  our  sorrows  have  an  end. 
With  our  three-score  years  and  ten. 
And  vast  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by. 

3  Tho'  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  on; 

Tho'  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 
Lo  !  Sinai's  God  is  near  ! 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we'll  go  on. 

4  Tho'  Marah  has  bitter  streams,  we'll  go  on. 

Tho'  Baca's  vale  be  diy. 
And  the  land  yield  no  supply; 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine,  we'll  go  on. 


310  REJOICING    AND    PRAISE. 

5  And  wlien  to  Jordan's  floods  we  are  come; 

Jeliovah  rules  the  tide — 
And  waters  he'll  divide, 
And  the  ransom'd  host  shall  shout,  "we  are 
come. 

6  Then  friends   shall  meet  again,  who    have 

lov'd; 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet; 
At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet; 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  wno  have 

lov'd. 

7  Then  with  all  the  happy  throng,  we'll  rejoice; 

Shouting  praises  to  our  King, 
Till  the  vaults  of  heaven  ring; 
And  through  all  eternity  we'll  rejoice. 

458  [211]  S.  M.  Didymus. 

Encouragement. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take; 
Loud,  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land. 

We  are  not  far  from  home; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine; 
l^or  present  things,  nor  things  to  come 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

459  [213]  S.  M.  Anon, 

Proclaiming  Jesus'  Praise. 

YE  saints,  proclaim  abroad 
Tlie  honors  of  your  King; 
To  Jesus  your  incarnate  God, 
Your  songs  of  praises  sing. 


REJOICING    AND    PBATSE.  311 

2  Not  angels  round  the  throne 

Of  majesty  above, 
Are  half  so  mucli  oblig'd  as  we, 
To  our  Iramanuel's  love. 

3  They  never  sunk  so  low. 

They  are  not  rais'd  so  high; 
They  never  knew  such  depths  of  woe. 
Such  hights  of  majesty. 

4  The  Savior  did  not  join 

Their  nature  to  his  own; 
For  them  he  shed  no  blood  divine, 
Nor  breath'd  a  single  groan. 

5  May  we  with  angels  vie, 

The  Savior  to  adore; 
Our  debts  are  greater  far  than  theirs, 
O  be  our  praises  more  ! 

460  [205]  8s,  7s,  &  4.  Wesley. 

Hallelujah. 

OTHOU  God  of  my  salvation. 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin; 
Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion. 
Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee: 
"Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Savior; 

He  hath  brought  salvation  near; 
Manifests  his  pard'ning  favor; 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear. 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, — 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM, 
I  with  them  will  still  be  vieing — 
Glory  !  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  ! 


312  REJOICING    AND    PUAISE. 

4  Angels  now  are  Lov'ring  round  us, 
IJnperceived  amid  the  throng; 
Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  cro"wa'd  us. 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song: 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong  ! 

461  [209]  C.  M.  Watis. 

The  Joyful  Sound. 

SALVATION  !  0  the  joyful  sound  I 
What  pleasure  to  our  ears; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

2  Salvation  !  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ? 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs: 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  heai'ts. 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

462  [212]  4  8s  <fe2  6s.  C.  Wesley. 
Rejoicing  in  Prospect  of  the  Blessing. 

YE  ransom'd  sinners,  hear, 
The  pris'ners  of  the  Lord; 
And  wait  till  Christ  appear. 

According  to  his  word: 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me; 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

2  In  God  we  put  our  trust; 

If  we  our  sins  confess. 
Faithful  is  he  and  just. 

From  all  unrighteousness 
To  cleanse  us  all,  both  you  and  me: 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 


REJOICIXG   AND   PRAISE.  313 

3  Surely  in  us  the  hope 

Of  glory  shall  appear; 
Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up. 

And  see  redemption  near: 
Again  I  say,  Rejoice  with  me; 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

4  "Who  Jesus'  suff 'rings  share, 

My  fello-w  pris'ners  novr, 
Ye  soon  the  crown  shall  wear 

On  your  triumphant  brow: 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me; 
"We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

5  The  word  of  God  is  sure, 

And  never  can  remove; 
We  shall  in  heart  be  pure. 

And  perfected  in  love: 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me; 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

6  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise: 
Let  us  give  thanks  and  sing. 

And  glory  in  his  grace; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me. 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

463  0.  M.  Addison. 

Gratitude. 

¥HEX  all  thy  mercies,  0  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


314  REJOICIXQ   AND    PEAISE- 

3  "When  in  the  slippeiy  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
-     Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue, 
And  after  death,  in  distant  'worlds. 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise; 
But,  0,  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

464  S.  M.  Anon, 

Rejoicing  Always. 

REJOICE  in  God  alway; 
When  earth  looks  heavenly  bright. 
When  joy  makes  glad  the  livelong  day. 
And  peace  shuts  in  the  night. 

2  Rejoice  when  care  and  woe 

The  fainting  soul  oppress; 
When  tears  at  wakeful  midnight  flow, 
And  morn  brings  heaviness. 

3  Rejoice  in  hope  and  fear; 

Rejoice  in  life  and  death; 
Rejoice  when  threatening  storms  are  near. 
And  comfort  languish eth. 

4  When  should  not  they  rejoice. 

Whom  Christ  His  brethren  calls; 
Who  hear  and  know  Ilis  guiding  voice, 
When  on  their  hearts  it  falls? 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISr:,  315 

5  So,  thougb  our  path  i.s  steep. 
And  many  a  tempest  lowers. 
Shall  His  own  peace  our  spirits  keep, 
And  Christ's  dear  love  be  ours. 

465  C.  p.  M.  Mad.  Guion. 
Rejoicing  in  Regeneration. 

HOW  happy  are  the  new-born  race. 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  ! 
How  pure  the  bliss  they  share  ! 
Hid  from  the  world  and  all  its  eyes, 
"Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies. 
And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  ours; 
And  if  we  love  with  all  our  powers 

The  God  from  whom  it  came. 
And  if  we  serve  with  hearts  sincere, 
'Tis  still  discernible  and  clear, 

An  undisputed  claim. 

3  0  messenger  of  dear  delight ! 
"Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night. 

Sweet,  peace-proclaiming  Dove ! 
"With  thee  at  hand  to  soothe  our  pains, 
No  wish  unsatisfied  remains. 

No  task  but  that  of  love. 

466  [352]  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
Jesus  Precious  to  ihenn  that  Believe. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name; 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul. 
My  transport  and  my  trust: 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toy.s. 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust 


316  REJOICING   AND   PRAISE. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
iN'or  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart. 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there, — 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last,  laboring  breath. 
And,  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


467  [424]  8s.  Hawes. 

Competing  with  Nature  in  Praises. 

THE  winter  is  over  and  gone. 
The  thrush  whistles  sweet  on  the  spray, 
The  turtle  breathes  forth  her  soft  moan, 
The  lark  mounts  and  warbles  away. 

2  Shall  every  creature  around 

Their  voices  in  concert  unite. 
And  I,  the  most  favored,  be  found 
In  praising  to  take  less  delight? 

3  Awake,  then,  my  harp,  and  my  lute  ! 

Sweet  organs  your  notes  softly  swell ! 
"No  longer  my  lips  shall  be  mute. 
The  Savior's  high  praises  to  tell, 

4  His  love  in  my  heart  shed  abroad, 

My  graces  shall  bloom  as  the  spring; 
This  temple.  His  spirit's  abode; 
My  joy  as  my  duty  to  sing. 


REJOICING   AXD  PRAISE.  317 

468  8s<fe7s.  Anon. 
Universal  Praise. 

PRAISE  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Bounteous  source  of  all  our  joy, 
He  whose  hand  upholds  all  nature. 

He  whose  nod  can  all  destroy. 
vSaints,  with  pious  zeal  attending, 

Xow  the  grateful  tribute  raise; 
Solemn  songs  to  heaven  ascending, 
Join  the  universal  praise. 

2  Round  his  awful  footstool  kneeling, 

Lowly  bond  with  contrite  souls; 
Here,  his  milder  grace  revealing, 

Here,  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls: 
Lo,  the  eternal  page  before  us, 

Bears  the  covenant  of  his  love; 
Full  of  mercy  to  restore  us, 

Mercy  beaming  from  above. 

3  Every  secret  fault  confessing. 

Deeds  unrighteous,  thoughts  of  sin; 
Seize,  0  seize  the  proffer'd  blessing, 

Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within: 
Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 

Still  the  song  of  glory  raise; 
On  the  theme  immortal  dwelling. 

Join  the  universal  praise. 

469  L.  P.  M.  Wattg. 
Praise  at  all  Times. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God;  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure; 
He  saves  th'  oppre  sed,  he  feeds  the  poor. 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


318  ntJOlCING    AND    PRAISE. 

2  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind; 
The  Lord  bupportis  the  fainting  mind; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace; 
He  helps  tlic  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

3  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


470  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

Praise  the  Lord. 

PRAISE  the  Lord;  ye  heavens,  adore  him; 
Praise  him,  angels,  in  the  hight; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him: 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed; 

Laws,  which  never  can  be  broken. 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail; 
Gk>d  hath  made  his  saints  victorious; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail, 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation; 

Hosts  on  high,  his  power  proclaim; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation. 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name. 


REJOICING    AND    PRAISE.  319 

471  [526]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Awake  to  Praise. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  attune  your  hai-ps, 
And  raise  your  voices  high; 
Awake  and  praise  that  sov'reign  love, 
Which  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ! 

Each  moment  brings  it  near. 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day; 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  iNot  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise; 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd, 
To  our  transported  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature  speed  your  course: 

Ye  mortal  pow'rs  decay; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death. 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

472  L.  M.  Mrs.  Opie. 
The  Voice  of  Creation. 

THERE  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
A  tongue  in  every  opening  flower. 
Which  tells,  0  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  thy  indulgence,  love,  and  power; 
The  birds,  that  rise  on  quivering  wing. 
Appear  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise. 
Ana  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  spring 
To  thee  a  general  anthem  raise. 

8  And  shall  my  voice,  great  God,  alone 
Be  mute  'midst  Nature's  loud  acclaim. 
Nor  let  my  heart,  with  answering  tone, 
Breathe  forth  in  praise  thy  holy  name? 


320  REJOICING   AND   PRAISE. 

All  Nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine, 
For  Nature  soon  shall  cease  to  be; 

But — matchless  proof  of  love  divine — 
Thou  gav'st  immortal  life  to  me. 

473  L.  M.  Tate  Sf  Brady, 
All  Nations  Exhorted  to  Adoration  and  Praise 

WITH  one  consent,  let  ail  the  eaith 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  hallowed  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise; — 

2  Assured  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed, — 
"We,  whom  he  choo>es  for  his  own, 
The  flock  which  he  delights  to  feed. 

3  0,  enter,  then,  his  temple  gate; 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat. 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless; — 

4  For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good; 

His  mercy  is  forever  sure; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 

474  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
God's  Goodness  to  the  Children  of  Men. 

YE  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, — 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light, 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll. 
And  stars  tiiat  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 


PRAY£R    AND    INTERCESSIOX.  321 

3  l>iit,  O,  that  brigliter  world  above 
Whore  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  Love  ! 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  mail  a  bleeding  viclim  made. 

4  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar; 
There,  in  the  land  of  praise,  adore; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

475  [114]  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Prayer 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Unuttered  or  expressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire. 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear. 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath. 

The  Christian'-s  native  air. 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death; 
He  e-nters  heaven  with  prayer. 
21 


322  PRAYER   ASD   INTERCESSION. 

476  [87]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Prayer  to  he  kept  from  Sin. 

ALL  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceasing  praise; 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name. 
Or  men  to  feel  thy  grace  ! 

2  With  this  cold  stony  heart  of  mine, 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  flee; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign. 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

3  0  may  the  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abide  and  reign  within: 
And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 
My  new  born  soul  to  sin. 

4  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  thrcaie; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

5  There  shed  the  promis'd  love  abroad. 

And  make  my  comfort  strong; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God  I" 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

477  [93]  8s,  7s,  &  4.  Oliver, 
God,  the  Pilgrim! s  Guide  and  Strength. 

&UIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land: 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 
Hold  me  in  thy  pow'rful  hand  ; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


PRATER    AND    INTERCESSION'.  323 

2  Open  now  thy  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow, 
Lead  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  iourney  through; 

Strong  deliv'rer. 
Be  thou  still  ray  strength  and  shield. 

3  Feed  me  with  thy  heav'nly  manna, 

In  this  barren  wilderness; 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner. 
Be  my  robe  of  righteousness: 

Fight  and  conquer. 
All  my  foes  by  sovereign  grace. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 

Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction. 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side 

Songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

478     [116]  L.  M.  Hart. 

Design  of  Prayer 

PRATER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give: 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay; 
If  guilt  deject;  if  sin  distress; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  *Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak: 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 


224  PRAYER   AND    INTERCESSION . 

4  Depend  on  him  :  thou  canst  not  fail; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known; 
Fear  not;  his  merits  must  prevail: 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

479  [117]  C.  M.  C.   Wesley. 

Pray  without  Ceasing. 

SHEPHERD  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 
In  this  our  evil  day; 
To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, — 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, — 
0  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer, 

3  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart; 

Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, — 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

480  [92]  C.  M.     .  C.  Wesley, 

For  the  Waters  of  Salvation. 

FOUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below 
Let  thy  salvation  roll ; 
"Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflow 
Every  believing  soul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  sinners  take; 
Jesus,  fulfill  thy  gracious  word,, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 

And  we  shall  flow  to  thee, 
While  down  the  stream  of  time  we  glide 
To  our  eternity. 


PRAYER   AND    INTERCESSION.  225 

481  [94]  L.  M.  a  Wesley, 

Filial  Covjidence  and  Joy. 
ri  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
vT  Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  aud  my  God; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, — 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood, 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look; 
As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  I  '11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice. 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise: 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

482  [349]  CM.  Mrs.  Brown. 

Secret  Prayer  at  Twilight. 

ILOYE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care; 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear  ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead. 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 


jatO  PEAYEE  AND    INTERCESSIOX. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven: 
The  prospect  does  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thms,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  dejjarting  raj 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


483  [104]  L.  M.  Anon. 

For  sustaining  Grace. 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Savior  thou. 
To  thee,  Lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Savior,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way. 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day; 
In  all  my  acts,  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me.  Savior,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Savior  be; 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart. 
Then  clasp  me,  Savior,  near  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  pow'r; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne. 
And  reign,  my  Savi(jr,  reign  alone, 

5  My  suff' ring  time  will  soon  be  o'er. 
Then  shall  1  sigh  and  weep  no  more; 
My  ransom'd  soul  sluill  soar  away, 
And  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 


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PRATER  AND   INTERCESSION.  327 

484  78  <fe  6s.  Anon. 
Pray  without  Ceasing. 

^0  wlien  the  morning  shineth. 
Go  "when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 
Go  in  the  hush  of  ni^ht; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And,  in  thy  closet  kneeling. 
Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee. 

All  who  are  lov'd  by  thee; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be; 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim. 
And  blend  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or,  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way. 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  raised  above. 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

485  [IWl]  C.  M.  Steele. 

Humble  and  Earnest  Prayer. 

HEAR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  prayer; 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs; 
When  will  the  cheering  morn  appear  ? 
And  when  my  joys  arise? 

2  My  God  !  oh,  could  I  make  the  claim — 
My  Father,  and  my  Friend ! 
And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  nanie 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  !— 


328  rRAYEIl   AXD   rNTERCESSrON. 

3  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  eutreat; 
Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove. 
Nor  leave  thy  mercy-seat. 

4  Yet  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns. 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay; 
Here  would  I  rest,  till  light  returns  : 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace. 

Relieve  my  aching  heart: 
Oh  make  my  heavy  sorrows  cease. 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

6  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise. 

And  bless  thy  healing  rays; 
And  change  these  deep,  complaining  Bigbs, 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

486  C.  M.  Anon. 

Secret  Prayer. 

SWEET  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 
In  earnest  pleading  flows; 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme. 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 

2  Faith  gi'asps  the  blessing  she  desires; 

Hope  points  the  upward  gaze; 
And  Love,  celestial  Love,  inspires 
The  eloquence  of  praise. 

3  But  sweeter  far  the  still  small  voice, 

Unheard  by  human  ear. 
When  God  has  made  the  heart  rejoice. 
And  dried  the  bitter  tear. 

4  No  accents  flow,  no  words  ascend; 

All  utterance  faileth  there; 
But  sainted  spirits  comprehend, 
And  God  accepts  the  prayer. 


PRAYER  AND   INTERCESSION.  329 

487  C.  M.  Montgomery. 
All  Prayers  in  One. 

ONE  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one— 
When  I  am  wholly  Thine; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  Thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  almighty,  and  all-good. 

In  Thee  I  finnly  trust; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  Thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe; 
And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me 
May  all  Thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And  though  Thy  wisdom  takes  away. 

Shall  I  arraign  Thy  will? 
No,  let  me  bless  Thy  name,  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

5  A  pilgrim  through  the  eai-th  I  roam. 

Of  nothing  long  possess'd. 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

488  [103]  S.  M.  Watts, 

Heaven  upon  Earth. 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call: 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  aU. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell: 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here: 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 


330  PRATER  AND  INTEEOESSION. 

3  The  smilings  of  thy  face. 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  nowhere  else  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne. 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place. 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  I^or  earth,  nor  all  the  sky. 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
Nor  yield  one  drop  of  real  joy. 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll: 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move. 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

489  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  oifer  now;  , 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love. 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply. 

While  by  thy  word  we  live  ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 


PEAYEB.  AND   INTERCESSION'.  331 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power. 

From  Satan's  wiles,  defend  ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  shall  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine; 
The  sceptre,  throne  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 

6  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray 

By  thy  beloved  Son, 
Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 
"  All  for  his  sake  be  done." 

490  C.  M.  Ck)hbin. 

A  Throne  of  Grace. 

A  THRONE  of  grace !  then  let  us  go 
And  offer  up  our  prayer; 
A  gracious  God  will  mercy  show 
To  all  that  worship  there. 

2  A  throne  of  grace  !  0,  at  that  throne 

Our  knees  have  often  bent. 
And  God  has  showered  his  blessings  down 
As  often  as  we  went. 

3  A  throne  of  grace  !  rejoice,  ye  saints; 

That  throne  is  open  still; 
To  God  unbosom  your  complaints, 
And  then  inquire  his  will. 

4  A  throne  of  grace  we  yet  shall  need 

Long  as  we  draw  our  breath, 
A  Savior,  too,  to  intercede, 
Till  we  are  changed  by  death. 

5  The  throne  of  glory  then  shall  glow 

With  beams  from  Jesus'  face. 
And  we  no  longer  want  shall  know, 
Nor  need  a  throne  of  grace. 


332  PEAYEE  AND   INTEEOESSION. 

491  S.  M.  C.   Wesley. 
The  Spirit  of  Prayer. 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe ! 
The  watching  power  impart; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath. 

Call  off  mj  peaceful  heart; 
My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppress'd; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come 

Thine  own  this  moment  seizes 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace: 
Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad. 
Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

492  [109]  S.  M.  a  Wesley 
For  Diligence  and  Watchfulness. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age 

My  calling  to  fulfill; 
0,  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage, 
To  do  my  Maker's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live. 
And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  givo  ! 


PRAYER   AND   INTERCESSION.  333 

4  Help  rae  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely; 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

493  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Prmjing  Always. 

LORD,  teach  iis  how  to  pray  aright. 
With  reverence  and  with  fear; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 
We  may,  we  must  ckaw  near. 

2  We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer; 

0  grant  us  power  to  pray; 
And  when  to  meet  thee  we  prepare. 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

3  Give  deep  humility,  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give; 
A  strong,  desiring  confidence 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live; 

4  Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone. 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes 
On  Christ,  on  Christ  alone  ; 

5  Give  these — and  then  thy  will  be  done: 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might. 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shsdl  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

494  [567]  C.  M.  SteeU. 

Prayer  for  Submission. 
TfATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Jj    Thy  sovereign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — • 


334  I'llAYEll   ANL>   INTKRCESSION. 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  tliankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

495  lis.  Anon. 

The  Bower  of  Frayer. 

TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 
bors to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  ray  heart. 
Like  thoughts  of  absenting  myself,  for  a  day. 
From  that  bless'd  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to 
pray. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  vine  and  the  poplar 

have  spread, 
And  wove  with  their  branches  a  roof  o'ea*  my 

head ! 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there. 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in 

prayer. 

3  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  with 

the  pine. 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  and  the  wild  eglantine; 
Yet  sweeter.  Oh  !  sweeter,  superlative,  W€ff« 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  blessed  grove 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove, 
Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way, 

Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray. 


PRAYER   AND   INTERCESSION.  335 

5  The  early  sTirill  notes  of  tlie  lov'd  nigli tin- 

gale 
That  dwelt  in  my  power,  I  observ'd  as  my  bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty;  and  birds  of  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises,  as  I  went  to  prayer. 

6  And  Jesus,  ray  Savior,   oft  deigned  there  to 

meet 

And  bless  with  his  presence,  my  lonely  re- 
treat; 

Oft  fill'd  me  with  rapture  and  peacefulness 
there, 

Inditing,  in  heaven's  own  language,  my 
prayer. 

7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you 

adieu. 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new, 
Well  knowing  my   Savior   is    found  every 

where. 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

8  Although  I  may  never  revisit  thy  shade, 
Tet  oft  will  I  think  of  the  vows  I  there  made; 
And  when  at  a  distance,  my  thoughts  shall 

repair 
To  the  place  where  my  Savior  first  answered 
my  prayer. 

9  My  blessed  Redeemer,  piy  hope  and  my  all. 
Will  guide  and  direct  me  when  on  him  I  call; 
And  when  I  am  dying,  he'll  be  with  me  there. 
And  take  me  to  heaven  in  answer  to  prayer. 

496  L.  M.  Cowper. 

The  Excellency  of  Prayer. 

WHAT  various  hind'rances  we  meet. 
In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat  I 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 


336  TRAYER    AND    INTERCESSION, 

2  Prayer  makes  tbe  darkened  clouds  withdrawj 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw. 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  again; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain. 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent. 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

497  7s.  a  Wesley, 

God  hears  Prayer. 
OD  of  love,  that  hear'st  the  prayer. 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care: 
Who  on  thee  alone  depend, 
Love  us,  save  us  to  the  end. 


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2  Save  us  in  the  prosperous  hour, 
From  the  flattering  tempter's  power, 
From  his  unsuspected  wiles, 
From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

3  Never  let  the  world  break  in, 
Fix  a  mighty  gulf  between : 
Keep  us  little  and  unknown, 
Prized  and  loved  by  God  alone. 

4  Let  us  still  to  thee  look  up. 

Thee,  thy  Israel's  strength  and  hope; 
Nothing  know  or  seek  beside 
Jesus,  and  hin>  crucified. 


PRAYER    AND    IXTEECESSIOX.  337 

498  [568]  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Prayer  for  Wisdom. 

ALMIGHTY  God  !  in  humble  prayer, 
To  tliee  our  souls  we  lift; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  th J  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth , 

Along  our  path  to  flow; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Xor  length  of  years  below: — 

3  We  ask  not  honors  ;  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp  and  power. 
Lest  we  should  go  astray: — 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom; — Lord  !  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live: 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart. 
To  all  thy  servants  give. 

499  L.  M.  Stowell. 
The  Mercy-Seat. 

FROM  evei-y  stomiy  wind  that  blows. 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes. 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat; 
'Tis  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  fai*,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  merev-seat. 

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338  PRAYER   AND   INTERCESSION. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar. 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet. 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

500  L.  M.  G  lines.  Wesley. 
Teach  us  to  Pray. 

JESUS,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all. 
The  same  through  one  eternal  day. 
Attend  thy  feeblest  followers'  call, 
And  0  instruct  us  how  to  pray; 
Pour  out  the  supplicating  grace,' 
And  stir  us  up  to  seek  thy  face. 

2  We  cannot  think  a  gracious  thought. 

We  cannot  feel  a  good  desire, 
Till  thou,  who  call'dst  a  world  from  naught, 

The  power  into  our  hearts  inspire; 
And  then  we  in  thy  Spirit  groan. 
And  then  we  give  thee  back  thine  own. 

3  Jesus,  regard  the  joint  complaint 

Of  all  thy  tempted  followers  here. 
And  now  supply  the  common  want 

And  send  us  down  the  Comforter; 
The  spir't  of  ceaseless  prayer  impart, 
And  fix  thy  Agent  in  our  heait. 

501  C.  H.  M.  Anon. 
Come,  let  us  Pray. 

COME,  let  us  pray:  'tis  sweet  to  feel 
That  God  himself  is  near  ; 
That,  while  we  at  his  footstool  kneel, 

His  mercy  deigns  to  hear; 
Though  sorrows  cloud  life's  dreaiy  way, 
This  is  our  >;olaci^ — lot  us  prav. 


PRAYER   AND   JNTKRCESSION.  339 

2  Come,  let  us  pray;  the  burning  hrovr, 

The  heart  oppressed  with  care. 
And  all  the  woes  that  throng  us  novr, 

Will  be  relieved  by  prayer: 
Jesus  will  smile  our  griefs  away; 
0,  glorious  thought ! — come,  let  us  pra  , 

3  Come,  let  us  pray;  the  sin-sick  soul 

Her  weight  of  guilt  must  feel; 
But,  hark  !  the  glorious  tidings  roll. 

Whilst  here  Ave  humbly  kueel; 
Jesus  will  wash  that  guilt  away, 
And  pardon  grant ;  then  let  us  pray. 

4  Come,  let  us  pray;  the  mercy-seat 

Invites  the  fervent  prayer. 
And  Jesus  ready  stands  to  greet 

The  contrite  spirit  there: 
O,  loiter  not,  nor  longer  stay 
From  him  who  loves  us;  let  us  pray. 


502  C.  M.  Beddome. 

Prayer. 

PRAYER  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man. 
Returning  whence  it  came; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within. 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease. 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray. 

Ho  hath  an  ear  to  hear; 
To  him  there's  music  in  a  groan. 
And  beautv  in  a  tear. 


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340  PEAYER    AND    INTERCESSION. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 
To  have  his  wants  supplied. 
Since  He  for  sinners  intercedes 
Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

503  7s.  Grant. 

Prayer  in  the  Name  of  Jesus. 
AVIOR,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee, — 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scai'ce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes, — 
O,  by  all  thy  pain  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below. 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high. 
Hear  us  when  to  thee  we  cry. 

2  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair; 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn. 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice,— 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Listen  to  our  humble  ciy. 

3  By  the  deep,  expiring  groan; 
By  the  sad,  sepulchral  stone; 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God, — 
O,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  re- ascended  Lord, 
Savior,  Prince,  exalted  high. 
Hear  us  when  to  thee  "We  cry. 

504  S.  M.  Anon. 
Prayer  for  Divine  Help. 

MY  God,  my  prayer  attend; 
0,  bow  thine  ear  to  me, 
Without  a  hope,  without  a  friend, 
Without  a  help,  but  thoo. 


WATCHFULNESS.  341 

2  0,  guard  my  soul  around, 

Which  loves  and  trusts  thy  grace 
Nor  let  the  powers  of  hell  confound 
The  hopes  on  thee  I  place. 

3  Thy  mercy  I  entreat; 

Let  mercy  hear  my  cries, 
While,  humbly  waiting  at  thy  seat. 
My  daily  prayers  arise. 

4  0,  bid  my  heart  rejoice. 

And  every  fear  control, 
Since  at  thy  throne,  with  suppliant  voice, 
To  thee  I  lift  my  soul. 


WATCHFULNESS. 

605    [110]  S.  M.  Anon. 

Watching  with  Godly  Jealousy. 

ri  IVE  me  a  sober  mind, 
VT  A  quick  discerning  eye, 
The  first  approach  of  sin  to  find. 
And  all  occasious  fly. 

2  Still  may  I  cleave  to  thee. 

And  never  more  depart, 
But  watch  with  godly  jealousy. 
Over  my  evil  heart. 

3  Thus  may  I  pass  my  days 

Of  sojourning  beneath, 
And  languish  to  conclude  my  race. 
And  render  up  my  breath. 


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342  WATCHFULNESS. 

4  In  humble  love  and  fear, 
Thine  image  to  regain, 
And  see  thee  in  the  clouds  appear. 
And  rise  with  thee  to  reign  ! 

506  [274]  S.  M.  Heath. 
Watchfulness  and  Prayer  Inculcated. 

Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Eenew  it  boldly  every  day. 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victoiy  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath. 
To  his  divine  abode. 

507  [275]  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Watchful  Servant. 

YE  servants  of  tlie  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait; 
"With  joy  obey  his  lieavenly  word. 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 


WATCHFULN>;SS.  343 

3  Watch! — 'tis  your  Lord's  command; 

And  while  we  speak  he's  near; 
Mark  every  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0,  happy  servant  he. 

In  such  a  posture  found  I 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


508  [118]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

On  returning  from  a  Journey. 

THOU,  Lord,  hast  blest  my  going  out; 
0  bless  my  coming  in: 
Compass  my  weakness  round  about, 
And  keep  me  safe  from  sin. 

2  Still  hide  me  in  thy  secret  place; 

Thy  tabernacle  spread: 
Shelter  me  with  preserving  grace, 
And  screen  my  naked  head. 

3  To  thee  for  refuge  may  I  run, 

From  sin's  alluring  snare: 
Ready  its  first  approach  to  shun. 
And  watching  unto  prayer, 

4  0  that  I  never,  never  more 

Might  from  thy  ways  depart: 
Here  let  me  give  ray  wand'rings  o'er. 
By  giving  thee  my  heai't. 

5  Fix  my  new  heart  on  things  above. 

And  then  from  earth  release; 
I  ask  not  life,  but  let  me  love, 
And  lay  m€  down  in  peace 


344  WATCHFULNESS. 

509  C.  M.  Steele. 
Succor  implored  in  Spiritual  Conflicts. 

ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 
What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven,  O,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  m^  hope, 

"When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
0,  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  lure  my  heart 

Or  draw  my  feet  aside. 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide. 

6  0,  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way. 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

510  [111]  S.  M.  a  WesUy. 

The  Warning  Voice  of  Jesus, 
n  RACIOUS  Redeemer,  shake 
It  This  slumber  from  my  soul ! 
Say  to  me  now, — Awake,  awake ! 
And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole. 


WATCHFULNESS.  345 

2  Give  me  on  thee  to  call, — 

Always  to  ■watch  and  pray. 
Lest  I  into  temptation  fall, 
And  cast  my  shield  away 

3  For  each  assault  prepared. 

And  ready  may  I  be; 
Forever  standing  on  my  guard. 
And  looking  up  to  thee. 

4  0  do  thou  always  warn 

My  soul  of  evil  near; 
When  to  the  right  or  left  I  tum, 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear: — 

5  Come  back  !  this  is  the  way; 

Come  back,  and  walk  therein; 
0  may  I  hearken  and  obey. 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin. 

511  [113]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

A  Tender  Conscience  Wanting. 

IWAJSTT  a  principle  within, 
Of  jealous.  Godly  fear, 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 

Of  pride  or  fond  desire; 
To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will. 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart. 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

0  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh. 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


346  WATCHFULNESS. 

5  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove; 
0  let  me  weep  my  life  away. 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

6  0,  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well  instructed  soul  ! 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again. 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


512  C.  H.  M.  Anon. 

Watch  and  Pray. 

GO  watch  and  pray;  thou  canst  not  tell 
How  near  thine  hour  may  be; 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  notes  for  thee: 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way; 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 

2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 

Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high? 
Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair. 

Dilate  before  thine  eye  ? 
Soon  these  must  change,  must  pass  away; 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch,  and  pray. 

3  Thou  aged  man,  life's  wintiy  storm 

Hath  seared  thy  vernal  bloom; 
With  trembling  limbs,  and  wasting  form, 

Thou'rt  bending  o'er  thy  tomb: 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  tnee  astray  ? 
Go,  weary  pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 


SOCIAL  woRSUir.  34? 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

513  S.  M.  Anon. 
Morning  Prayer  Meeting. 

HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay, 
Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  prayer  ! 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne; 
He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light, — 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay 
And  wrestle  all  fhe  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high. 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one. 

514  c.  M.  jraiicms. 

Habitual  Devotion. 

WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  woiild  soar; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 


348  SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  "When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour. 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear. 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 

515  [290]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Close  of  Social  Worship. 

LORD  !  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet. 
We're  loth  to  reach  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
0  !  let  thy  precious  presence  still 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love. 
Till  we  ai'ouud  thy  glorious  throne. 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 

Shall  then  forever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  should  part. 
Once  intercept  our  joy. 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP.  349 

5  "Where,  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire. 
But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

516  [241]  4  lines  7s.  Cennich 

The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

CHILDREN'  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing; 
Sing  our  Savior's  -worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  ■ 

2  "We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  0  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad; 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made: 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  iindismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord !  obediently  we  '11  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below: 
Only  thou  our  leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


517  C.  M.  Watts. 

Longing  for  the  House  of  God. 

ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away  ^ 

Witliout  thv  cheerinir  srraoe. 


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350  SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand 

Beneath  a  burning  skj, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand; 
And  they  must  drink,  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory,  and  thy  power, 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  N"ot  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys. 

Can  my  best  passions  move. 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

518  [252]  a  M.  C.    Wesley. 

Safety  in  Union. 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
To  thee  for  help  wo  fly: 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep. 
For  0  !  the  wolf  is  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 

To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay; 
He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take. 

And  gather  with  thine  arm; 
Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wf)lf  can  never  liarm. 


SOCIAL  WOBSUIP.  351 

4  "We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 

While  by  our  Shepherd's  side; 
The  sheep  he  never  can  devour. 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  0  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 

The  souls  that  here  agree; 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee. 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, — 

Together  let  us  die; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

519  [296]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

And  so  fulfill  the  law  of  Christ. 

TRY  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground 
Of  eveiy  sinful  heai-t: 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
0  bid  it  all  depai-t. 

2  If  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear: 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford. 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up; 

Our  little  stock  improve; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  LTp  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 


352  SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

6  0  let  us  find  the  ancient  way 
Our  wond'ring  foes  to  move, 
And  force  the  heathen  world  to  say, — 
See  how  these  Christians  love  ! 

520  [210]  C.  M.  Wesley. 

Walking  with  God. 

TALK  with  us.  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care: 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 

If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice: 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway. 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face; — 

'Tis  all  I  wish  to   seek; 
To  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace. 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ. 

Till  I  thy  glory  see; 
Enter  into  my  Master's  joy 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

521  [-^O]  C.  M.  Kirhham. 

Bearing  Shame  for  Christ. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Savior,  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  1  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 


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SOCIAL   WORSHIP.  353 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 

And  make  nie  truly  bold; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 

And  treat  me  with  di-sdain; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain.  ^ 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  powers  resign; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit. 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

522  7s.  Anon. 
The  Close  of  a  Meeting  for  Prayer, 
F  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 

Christians  meet  for  social  prayer, — 
If  'tis  sweet,  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise, — 
O,  how  sweet  that  state  must  be, 
Where  they  meet  erernally  ! 

2  Savior,  may  these  meetings  prove, 
Prepai-ations  from  above; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace. 
Till  we  each,  in  his  degree. 
Fit  for  endless  glory  be 

523  P.  M.  Anon, 
Sacred  Spot. 

THERE  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
Than  native  soil  or  mountain; 
A  spot  to  which  affection's  tear 

Springs  grateful  on  its  fountain. 
'Tis  not  where  kindred  souls  abound. 

Though  that  is  almost  heaven, — 
But  where  I  first  my  Savior  found, 
And  felt  mv  sins  forgiven. 
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1   . 


354  SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

2  Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore, 

Long  tossed  upon  the  ocean, 
Above  me  was  the  thunder's  roar, 

Beneath  the  wave's  commotion. 
Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 

Around  me,  faint  with  terror; 
In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groans 

Ascend  for  years  of  error. 

3  Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 

I  knew  not  help  was  nigh  me, 
And  cried,  0  save  me,  Lord,  from  death — 

Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me. 
Then  quick  as  thought,  I  felt  him  mine — 

My  Savior  stood  before  me; 
I  saw  his  brightness  'round  me  shine, 

And  shouted,  glory,  glory. 

4  O  sacred  hour,  0  hallowed  spot ! 

When  love  divine  first  found  me. 
Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot 

My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee: 
And  as  from  earth  I  rise,  to  soar 

Up  to  my  home  in  heaven, 
Down  will  L  cast  my  eyes  once  more, 

Where  I  was  first  forgiven. 


524     [294]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

The  Promised  Blessing. 

SEE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see; 
The  promised  blessing  give; 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee. 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
Who  in  thy  name  are  join 'd; 
We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 


SOCIAL   WOBSHIP.  355 

3  With  us  thou  art  assembled  here, 

But  0,  thyself  reveal; 
Son  of  the  living  God,  appear  ! 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 

4  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day. 

And  these  dry  bones  shall  live; 
Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  gay, 
The  Holy  Ghost  receive. 

5  Whom  now  we  seek,  0  may  we  meet, 

Jesus,  the  crucified; 
Show  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet,  '':^ 

Thou  who  for  us  hast  died. 

6  Cause  us  the  record  to  receive — 

Speak,  and  the  tokens  show —  ^- 

"  O  be  not  faithless,  but  believe 
In  me,  who  died  for  you." 

525  [408]  C.  M.  Newton. 

Glass  Meeting. 
TTIXDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
jA.  a  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  He  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above. 
Make  our  communications  sweet. 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 
Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did,  and  said. 

And  suffered,  for  us  here  below. 

The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread. 

And  what  he's  doins:  for  us  now. 


356  SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore, 
And  long  to  see  the  glorious  day. 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

526  8s  <fe  7s.  C.  Wesley. 
Sweet  Counsel 

n  LORY  be  to  God  above, 

VX  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 

Make  we  mention  of  his  love, 

Publish  we  his  praise  below: 
Called  together  by  his  grace. 

We  are  met  in  Jesus'  name, 
See  with  joy  each  other's  face, 

Followers  of  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

2  Let  us  then  sweet  counsel  take 

How  to  make  our  calling  sure. 
Our  election  how  to  make, 

Past  the  reach  of  hell,  secure; 
Build  we  each  the  other  up. 

Pray  we  for  our  faith's  increase. 
Solid  comforts,  settled  hope, 

Constant  joy,  and  lasting  peace. 

3  More  and  more  let  love  abound, 

Let  us  never,  never  rest 
Till  we  are  in  Jesus  found. 

Of  our  Paradise  possessed; 
He  removes  the  flaming  sword, 

Calls  us  back,  from  Eden  driven 
To  his  image  here  restored. 

Soon  he  takes  us  up  to  heaven. 

527  8s  &  7s.  Wesley. 
Harmony  in  Social  Worship. 

JESUS  !  soft,  harmonious  name, 
Every  faithful  heart's  desire; 
See,  thy  followers,  O  Lamb, 
All  at  once  to  thoo  a^piro: 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  357 

Drawn  by  thy  uniting  grace, 

After  thee  we  swiftly  run; 
Hand  in  hand  we  seek  thy  face; 

Come,  and  perfect  us  in  one. 

2  Mollify  our  harsher  will. 

Each  to  each  our  tempers  suit. 
By  thy  modulating  skill. 

Heart  to  heart,  as  lute  to  lute; 
Sweetly  on  our  spirits  move. 

Gently  touch  the  trembling  strings; 
Make  the  harmony  of  love — 

Music  for  the  King  of  kings. 

3  See  the  souls  that  hang  on  thee; 

Severed  though  in  flesh  we  are. 
Joined  in  spirit,  all  agree, 

All  thy  only  love  declare. 
Spread  thy  love  to  all  around; 

Hark,  we  now  our  voices  raise — 
Joyful  consentaneous  sound. 

Sweetest  symphony  of  praise. 

4  Jesus'  praise  be  all  our  song; 

While  we  Jesus'  praise  repeat, 
Glide  our  happy  hours  along. 

Glide  with  down  upon  their  feet. 
Far  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  fear. 

Till  we  take  our  seats  above, 
Live  we  all  as  angels  here. 

Only  sing,  and  praise,  and  love. 

528     [206]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Jesus  Meeting  his  Disciples. 

OUR  souls,  by  love  together  knit. 
Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  eai'th  begun. 


358  SOCIAL   WOESHIP. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire. 
While  Jasus  spoke,  and  fed  and  blessed. 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
"We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  ton-ent  flows; 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
0  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  eaiih, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up. 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine. 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love. 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  gloiy  changed. 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

229  C.  P.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Unity  of  Spirit  and  of  Purpose. 

COME,  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  divine; 
Come,  Jesus,  in  thy  name  to  join 
A  happy,  chosen  band; 
Who  fain  would  prove  thine  utmost  will. 
And  all  thy  righteous  laws  fulfill. 
In  love's  benign  command. 

2  If  pure  essential  love  thou  art, 
Thy  nature  into  every  heart. 

Thy  loving  self,  inspire: 
Bid  all  our  simple  souls  be  one, 
United  in  a  bond  unknown, 
Baptize-d  with  heavenly  fire. 


SOCIAL    AVOUSIIU'.  359 

3  Still  way  we  to  our  centre  teiul, 

To  spread  tliy  praise  our  conimoii  end, 

To  lielp  each  other  on  ; 
Companions  through  the  wilderness, 
To  share  a  moment's  jiain,  and  seize 

An  everlasting  crown. 

4  Jesus,  our  tender'd  souls  prepare; 
Infuse  the  softest  social  care, — 

The  warmest  charity; 
The  bowels  of  our  bleeding  Lamb, 
The  virtues  of  thy  wondrous  name, 

The  heart  that  was  in  thee. 

5  Supply  what  every  member  wants; 
To  found  the  fellowship  of  saints, 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  supply; 
So  shall  we  all  thy  love  receive, 
Together  to  thy  glory  live. 

And  to  thy  gloiy  die. 

530  7s.  Anon. 

Love  Feast. 

JESUS,  view  our  feast  of  love; 
Met,  we  are,  thy  grace  to  prove, — 
Met,  from  different  places,  here: 
In  our  midst  do  thou  appear. 

2  N'ow  the  flame  of  love  impart. 
Let  it  burn  in  eveiy  heart; 
All  our  dross  of  sin  refine, — 
Make  us  in  thy  likeness  shine. 

3  May  we  all  improve  this  hour, 

Sin"g,  and  pray,  and  speak  with  power; 
Now  to  inward  work  attend; 
Heavenward  all  bv  faith  ascend. 


360  SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

4  May  each  waiting  heart  be  free. 
Sweetly  fix'd,  0  Lord,  on  thee; 
Pride,  and  shame,  and  fear  give  way. 
While  we  speak  for  thee  to-day. 


531  [125]  S.  M.  Weslep. 

Witness  of  the  Spirit. 

HOW  can  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Savior  show 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 

2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen 

With  confidence  we  tell; 
And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men 
The  signs  infallible. 

3  We  who  in  Christ  believe. 

That  he  for  us  hath  died, 
We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive. 
And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 

Disburthened  of  her  load. 
And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

5  His  love,  surpassing  far 

The  love  of  all  beneath, 
We  find  within  our  hearts,  and  dare 
The  pointless  darts  of  death. 

6  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 

The  sacred  power  we  prove; 
And  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 


SCWJIAL   WORSHIP.  361 

532  6s  &  7s.  Anon. 

Christian  Experience. 
'Y  brethren,  I  Lave  found, 


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A  laud  that  doth  abound 
With  food  as  sweet  as  manna; 

The  more  I  eat,  I  find. 
The  more  I  am  inclin'd. 

To  sing  and  shout  Hosanna. 

Chorus.    My  soul  now  longs  to  go — 
Where.  1  shall  fully  know 
The  glories  of  my  Savior; 
And  as  I  pass  along — 
I'll  sing  a  Christian  song: 
I  hope  to  live  forever. 

2  Perhaps  you  think  I'm  wild 

Or  simple  as  a  child — 
I  am  a  child  of  glory; 

I  am  born  from  above, 
My  heart  is  full  of  love — 

I  long  to  tell  the  story. 
Chorus.    My  soul,  Sfc. 

3  My  brethren,  can't  you  say, 

That  you  are  on  the  way — 
Are  on  your  way  to  glory? 

I  care  not  what's  your  name. 
Religion  is  the  same — 

A  hope  that's  full  of  glory. 
Chorus.     My  soul,  Sfc. 

533  [293]  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Heavenly  Guest  Invited. 

SAVIOR  of  all,  to  thee  we  bow. 
And  own  thee  faithful  to  thy  word; 
We  hear  thy  voice,  and  open  now 
Our  hearts  to  entertain  our  Lord. 


362  SOCIAL  woESHir. 

2  Come  in,  come  in,  thou  heavenly  Guest; 

Delight  in  what  thyself  hast  given; 
On  thy  own  gifts  and  graces  feast, 
And  make  the  contrite  heart  thy  heaven. 

3  Smell  the  sweet  odor  of  our  prayers; 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise  approve; 

And  treasure  up  our  gracious  tears, 

Who  rest  in  thy  redeeming  love. 

4  Beneath  thy  shadow  let  us  sit; 

Call  us  thy  friends,  and  love,  and  bride  ; 
And  bid  us  freely  drink  and  eat 
Thy  dainties,  and  be  satisfied. 

534  C.  M.  Walls. 

Not  Ashamed  of  the  Gospel. 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, — 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God! — I  know  his  name; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
K'or  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
'Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face. 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


bALKSLlDlNtJS    LAMENTKl),  3t)3 


BACKSLIDmCS  LAMMTED. 

535  [81]  CM  Cowper. 

Lamenting  the  Absence  of  the  Spirit, 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  1 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  T  then  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


364  BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED, 


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536  [84]  S.  M.  a  Wesley. 
Restore  my  Peace. 

JESUS  !  full  of  grace, 
To  thee  I  make  my  moan: 
Let  me  again  behold  thy  face — 
Call  home  thy  banish'd  one. 

2  Again  my  pardon  seal. 

Again  my  soul  restore. 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal. 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

3  Wilt  thou  not  bid  me  rise? 

Speak,  and  my  soul  shall  live; 
Forgive, — my  gasping  spirit  cries, — 
Abundantly  forgive. 

4  Thine  utmost  mercy  show; 

Say  to  my  drooping  soul, — 
In  peace  and  fall  assurance  go  ; 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole. 

537  [83]  C.  M.  C.  Wesleij. 

Loss  of  First  Love. 

OTHAT  I  were  as  heretofore. 
When,  warm  in  my  first  love, 

1  only  lived  my  God  t'  adore. 
And  seek  the  things  above. 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  shone. 

And,  lavish  of  his  grace. 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 
And  half  unvail'd  his  face. 

3  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 

Triumphantly  I  rode; 
I  soar'd  to  heaven  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found,  and  talk'd  with  God. 


BACK9LIDING8    LAMENTED.  365 

4  Wliere  am  I  now?  from  what  a  hight 

Of  happiness  cast  down  1 
The  gh)iy  swallow'd  up  in  night, 
And  faded  is  the  crown. 

5  0  God,  thou  art  ray  home,  my  rest. 

For  which  I  sigh  in  pain; 
How  shall  I  'scape  into  thy  breast  ? 
My  Eden  how  regain  ? 


538  [B2]  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Spirit  Grieved 

OWHY  did  I  my  Savior  leave,  ^ 
So  soon  unfaithful  prove; 
O,  how  could  I  thy  Spirit  grieve. 
And  sin  against  thy  love  ! 

2  I  forc'd  thee  first  to  disappear, 

I  turu'd  thy  face  aside; 
Ah,  Lord  !  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here, 
Thy  servant  had  not  died. 

3  But  O,  how  soon  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 

And  pard'ning  love  takes  place  ; 
Assist  me.  Savior,  to  adore. 
The  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  0  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee. 

Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove; 
Thou  vast,  unfathomable  sea 
Of  unexhausted  love. 

5  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothing  fall; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be. 
And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 


I 


366  BACKSLIDIXGS    LAMENTED. 

539  L.  M.  C.   Wesley. 
Danger  of  Final  Apostaaj. 

AH  !  Lord,  with  tremblinjOf  I  confess, 
A  gracious  soul  may  fall  from  grace; 
The  salt  may  lose  its  seas'niug  power, 
And  never,  never  find  it  more. 

2  Lest  that  my  fearful  case  should  be. 
Each  moment  knit  my  soul  to  thee; 
And  lead  rae  to  the  mount  above, 
Through  the  low  vale  of  humble  love. 

540  6,  8.  Raffles. 
Backsliding  Bemoaned. 

COME,  heavenly  poace  of  mind, 
I  sigh  for  thy  return: 
I  seek,  but  cannot  find,  ^ 

The  joys  for  which  I  mourn: 
Ah  !  where 's  the  Savior  now, 

"Whose  smiles  I  once  possess'd  ? 
Till  he  return,  I  bow 

By  heaviest  grief  oppress'd: 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone. 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  I  tried  each  earthly  charm. 

In  pleasure's  haunts  I  stray'd, 
I  sought  its  soothing  balm, 

I  ask'd  the  world  its  aid; 
But  ah  !  no  balm  it  had 

To  heal  a  wounded  breast, 
.     And  I,  forlorn  and  sad. 

Must  seek  another  rest: 
My  days  of  liappiness  are  gone. 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 


BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED.  367 

Where  cau  the  mourner  go 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief  ? 
Ah  !  who  can  soothe  his  woe. 

And  give  him  sweet  relief  ? 
Thon,  Jesus  !  canst  impart, 

By  thy  long-wish'd  return. 
Ease  to  this  wounded  heart. 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  I  rejoice,  my  Lord,  in  thee. 


541  [365]  CM.  Newton. 

Mourning  over  Departed  Comforts. 

SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Savior's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt. 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed. 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed. 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord 

And  saw  nis  gloiy  shine; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals. 
No  light  to  me  returns 

5  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail; 

O,  make  my  soul  thy  care  : 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail; 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 


368  BACKSLIDINGS  LAMENTED. 

542  C.  M.  Tate  Sf  Brady. 
Faint,  yet  Pursuing. 

AS  pants  tlie  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  0  God,  for  thee^ 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine; 
O,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine  ! 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days. 

When  thou,  0  Lord,  wast  nigh; 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blest  than  I. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still,  and  thou  shait  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  Savior,  and  thy  King. 

543  [569]  L.  M.  Waits. 

Holy  Aspirations. 

MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth. 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
And  let  my  God,  my  Savior,  go? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine. 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 


BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED.  369 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn, 
Let  noise  and  vanitj  be  gone; 
In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 
My  heaven,  and  there  raj  God,  I  find. 

544  4  lines  7s  &  6s  &  7s  <fe  8s.       Wesley, 

The  Beceitfuluess  of  Sin. 

JESUS,  friend  of  sinners,  hear 
Yet  once  again,  I  pray; 
From  ray  debt  of  sin  set  clear. 

For  I  have  naught  to  pay: 
Speak,  0  speak  the  kind  release; 
A  poor  backsliding  soul  restore; 
Love  rae  freely,  seal  ray  peace, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

2  For  my  selfishness  and  pride 

Thou  hast  withdrawn  thy  grace; 
Left  me  long  to  wander  wide. 

An  outcast  from  thy  face;  ; 

But  I  now  my  sins  confess. 

And  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore; 
Love  me  freely,  seal  ray  peace, 

And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

3  Sin's  deceitfulness  hath  spread 

A  hardness  o'er  my  heart; 
But  if  thou  thy  Spirit  shed. 

The  stony  shall  depart: 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  tenderness. 

And  let  me  feel  thy  soft  'ning  power; 
Love  me  freely,  seal  my  peace. 

And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

545  S.  M.  Neioton. 

Rejoicing  in  Christ's  Restoring  Love 
SPEAK  that  word  again; 
It  cheers  my  drooping  heart: 
How  swiftly  doth  it  soothe  my  pain. 
And  bid  ray  fears  depart. 
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370  BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED. 

3  And  dost  thou  deign  to  own 
A  -worm  so  vile  as  I  ? 
And  may  I  still  approach  thy  throne. 
And  Abba,  Father,  ciy  ? 

3  My  Savior,  by  his  word. 

Hath  turn'd  my  night  to  day; 
And  all  those  heavenly  joys  restored, 
Which  I  had  sinn'd  away. 

4  I  wonder  and  adore: 

The  grace  is  all  divine: 
Lord,  keep  me,  that  I  sin  no  more 
Against  such  love  as  thine. 

646  8  lines  8s.  C.  Wesley. 
Forgiveness  Implored. 

HOW  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain. 
Recover  his  forfeited  peace? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again. 

What  hope  of  a  second  release  ? 
Will  mercy  itself  be  so  kind 

To  spare  a  backslider  like  me  ? 
And  0,  can  I  possibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  ? 
2  0  Jesus,  of  thee  I  inquire. 

If  still  thou  art  able  to  save, — 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire. 

And  ransom  my  soul  from  the  grave? 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  restore  ; 

O,  show  me  the  life-giving  blood; 
And  pardon  a  sinner  once  more. 

And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 

647  [364]  L.  M.  Kelh/ 

The  Retrospect. 

0  WHERE  is  now  that  glowing  love 
That  mark'd  our  union  with  the  Lord? 
Our  hearts  were  fix'd  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  afford. 


BACKSLIDINGS  LAMENTED.  371 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 

To  make  our  Savior's  glory  known? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men. 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  lov'd  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content. 

The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved? 

4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee: 

O  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile: 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
0  Lord  our  God,  but  in  thy  smile. 

548  S.  M.  Anon. 

Backslider's  Lamentation. 
"OW  can  I  vent  my  grief  ? 
My  comforter  is  fled; 
By  day  I  sigh  without  relief. 
And  groan  upon  my  bed. 

2  I  once  enjoy 'd  my  Lord; 
Liv'd  happy  in  his  love. 
Delighted  in  his  holy  word. 
And  sought  my  rest  above. 


E 


^^ ^ —  — J 

3  But  0  !  alas,  my  soul. 

Where  is  my  comfort  now  : 
Why  did  I  let  my  love  grow  cold? 
Ah  I  why  to  idols  bow  ? 

4  How  little  did  I  think. 

When  first  I  did  begin 
To  join  a  little  with  the  world. 
It  was  so  great  a  sin. 

5  I  thought  I  might  conform, 

Nor  singular  appear. 
Converse  and  dress  as  others  did. 
But  now  I  feel  the  snai'e. 


372  BACKSHDINGS    LAMENTICD. 

6  My  soul!  tbi.s  will  not  do; 

Thy  day  is  almost  past ; 
I  must  repent  and  turn  to  God, 
Or  sink  to  hell  at  last. 

7  Trembling  to  Christ  I'll  fly, 

And  all  my  sins  confess; 
At  Jesus'  cross  I'll  humbly  fall, 
And  ask  restoring  grace. 

8  I'll  mortify  ray  pride; 

Myself  I  will  deny; 
And  if  I  perish.  Lord,  at  last. 
Beneath  thy  cross  I'll  die. 

549  H.  M.  Anon. 

Seeking  Restoration. 

WHERE  is  my  Savior  now  ? 
Whose  smiles  I  once  possessed  ? 
Till  he  return,  I  bow, 

By  heavy  grief  oppressed  ; 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone. 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone, 

2  Whence  can  the  mourner  go. 

And  tell  his  tale  of  grief  ? 
Ah,  who  can  soothe  his  woe, 

And  give  him  sweet  relief  ? 
Earth  cannot  heal  the  wounded  breast. 
Or  give  the  troubled  sinner  rest. 

3  Jesus,  thy  smiles  impart; 

My  gracious  Lord,  return, 
And  ease  my  wounded  heart. 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn: 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee. 
And  peace  and  heaven  be  found  in  thee. 


BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED.  373 

550  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 
Lukewarmness. 

ri  OD  of  unspotted  purity. 

It  Us,  and  our  works,  caust  thou  behold? 

Justly  are  they  abhorr'd  by  thee. 

Whose  works  are  neither  hot  nor  cold. 

3  Better  that  we  had  never  known 

The  way  to  heaven,  through  saving  grace, 
Than  basely  in  our  lives  disown. 
And  slight  and  mock  thee  to  thy  face. 

3  0  let  us  our  own  works  forsake; 

Ourselves  and  all  we  have  deny: 
Thy  condescending  counsel  take; 
And  come  to  thee,  pure  gold  to  buy. 

4  0  may  we  through  thy  grace  attain 

The  faith  thou  never  wilt  reprove; — 
The  faith  that  purges  every  stain, — 
The  faith  that  always  works  by  love. 

551  8  lines  8s.  Levering, 
The  Backslider  Reclaimed. 

THE  crucified  one  has  appear'd  ! 
His  look  how  benign  and  how  sweet  1 
By  absence  to  me  more  endear'd, 

I  gratefully  fall  at  his  feet ! 
My  crimes  are  remember'd  no  more  ! 

The  sky  of  my  mind  is  serene  ! 
And  while  I  exult  and  adore. 

Still  more  of  his  goodness  is  seenl 

2  Oh,  soul,  how  ungrateful  and  dead  ! 
How  could  you  from  Jesus  depart? 
And  why  was  not  Justice  display'd, 
To  punish  this  obdurate  heart? 


374  BACKSLIDINGS   LAMENTED. 

The  depths  of  his  love  none  can  tell ! 

The  Lights  of  his  goodness  unknown  ! 
Oji  earth,  or  in  heaven,  or  hell. 

That  kindness  I  surely  shall  own  ! 
3  The  gifts  of  the  Spirit  bestow ! 

I'd  feast  with  mj  Savior  on  love, 
Untouch'd  by  the  evils  below. 

And  cheer'd  by  the  glories  above  ! 
Oh  give  nae  swift  pinions  to  haste 

From  sin  and  the  wish  e'er  to  roam, 
And  crown  all  thy  mercies  at  last 

By  taking  the  backslider  home  ! 

552  C.  M.  PsalmlSl. 
By  the  Rivers  of  Babylon. 

OH  !  no,  we  cannot  sing  the  song 
Form'd  for  Jehovah's  praise: 
Our  sorrowing  harps  refuse  their  strings 

To  Zion's  gladsome  lays. 
They  bid  us  be  in  mirthful  mood. 

And  dry  these  tears,  so  sad; 
But  Judah's  hearths  are  desolate. 

And  how  can  we  be  glad  ? 
2  Silent  our  harps,  o'er  Babel's  stream. 

Are  hung  on  willows  wet; 
And  Zion  we  no  more  shall  see — 

But  can  we  e'er  forget  ? 
Jerusalem,  thy  banish'd  ones 

Prove  anguish  and  regret. 
But  Heaven's  own  curse  shall  rest  on  them 

If  thee  they  e'er  forget. 

553  C.  M.  Vatts, 

Inconstancy  Lamented. 

WHY  is  ray  heart  so  far  from  thee. 
My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 


FAMILY  \s^0Rsnir.  375 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be. 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renevrs 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  mj  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste. 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  soul. 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so; 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll. 
That  let  a  Savior  go  ? 

6  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
0,  let  me  sit  beneath  thy  cross. 
And  never  lose  the  sight. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

MORN'ING. 

554  [443j  L.  M.  Ken. 

A  Morning  Invocation. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 
Shate  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 


376  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

2  Glory  to  God  !  who  safely  kept 
And  hath  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

3  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart. 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part. 
Who  all  the  night  unwearied  sing. 
All  glory  to  the  heavenly  King. 


655  [450]  C.  M.  JTatts, 

Sunday  Morning!  Preparing  for  Public  Worship. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high: 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, — 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  : — 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone. 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints; 
Presenting,  at  the  Father's  throne. 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  Now  to  thy  house  will  I  resort. 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court. 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  strait. 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  377 

556  [449]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Praijerfor  Guidance  through  the  Day. 

LORD,  in  the  moruing  I  will  send 
My  cries  to  reach  thine  ear. 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  friend, 
My  help  forever  near. 

2  0  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day, 

Neai'  thee,  in  perfect  peace; 
Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray. 
To  pray  and  never  cease. 

3  I  know  my  roving  feet  will  err. 

Unless  thou  be  my  guide; 
Warn  me  of  ev'ry  foe  and  snare. 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

4  Then  shall  I  pass  all  dangers  safe, 

x\nd  tread  the  tempter  down; 
My  trust,  my  hope,  joy  and  relief. 
Shall  be  in  thee  alone. 

5  Then  let  my  moments  smoothly  run. 

And  sing  my  hours  away; 
Till  evening  shades  and  setting  suns 
Conclude  in  endless  day. 

657  [457]  S.  M.  J.  Wesley, 

Morning  :  the  Day-Star  from  on  High. 

¥E  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
0  Day-star  from  on  high, 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade. 
Yet  cheers  both  eai'th  and  sky. 

2  0,  may  no  gloomy  crime 
Pollute  the  rising  day; 
Or  Jesus'  blood,  like  evening  dew. 
Wash  all  its  stains  away  ! 


378  FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

3  May  we  tliis  life  improve. 
To  mourn  for  errors  past; 
And  live  this  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

558  [444]  C.  M.  Doddridge, 

The  Rising  Sun. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day; 
Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes. 
And  burst  the  pond'rous  chain  that  loads 
Thine  active  faculties. 

2  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread, 

In  my  defenceless  sleep: 
Let  him  have  all  my  waking  hours. 
Who  doth  my  slumbers  keep. 

3  Pardon,  0  God,  my  former  sloth. 

And  arm  my  soul  with  grace; 
As  rising  now,  I  seal  my  vows 
To  prosecute  thy  ways. 

4  Bright  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise; 

Thy  radiant  beams  display. 
And  guide  my  dark  bewilder'd  soul 
To  everlasting  day. 

559  [447]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Morning  :  Thankfulness  and  Trust. 

GIVER  and  Guardian  of  our  sleep. 
To  praise  thy  name  we  wake: 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helpless  servants  keep, 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

2  The  blessing  of  another  day 

We  thankfully  receive: 

0  may  we  only  thee  obey. 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  379 

3  Upon  us  lay  thy  mighty  hand  ; 

Our  -woids  and  thoughts  restrain. 
And  bow  our  souls  to  thy  command, 
Not  let  our  faith  be  vain. 

4  Pris'ners  of  hope,  we  wait  the  hour 

Which  shall  salvation  bring; 
When  all  we  are  shall  own  thy  power, 
And  call  our  Jesus,  King. 

560  [554]  0.  M.  Watts. 

Morning:   Self-Consecration. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  Name  repeats. 

The  day  renews  the  sound; 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits. 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame; 

My;  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise; 
My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame. 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  0  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine. 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

561  [455]  S.  M.  Scott. 

Morning:  Tribute  of  Praise. 

SEE  how  the  morning  sun 
pCTT.-f'£S  his  shining  way; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  every  brighfrting  ray. 


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dOO  FAMILY   -WORSHIP. 

2  Thus  tv^ould  my  rising  soul 

Its  heavenly  Parent  sing. 
And  to  its  great  Original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care: 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 


EVENING. 

562  [446]  L.  M.  Ken. 

Evening  :  Trusting  in  God. 

n  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
IX  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light: 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings. 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
Teach  me  to  die  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  0  le£  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close; 
Sleep,  which  shall  mc  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  381 

5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care: 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

563  [452]  C.  M.  Mason, 

Evening:  Numberless  Mercies. 
■jVrOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
l\    Let  warmest  thanks  arise; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  keeper  and  our  guide; 
His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown, — 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied. 

Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

4  Ifew  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys. 

Do  a  new  song  require: 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would. 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire, 
m 

564  [465]  S.  M.  Anon, 

Tfic  Evening  Shade. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  ev'ning  shades  appear; 
0,  may  we  all  remember  well. 
The  night  of  death  is  near. 

2  "We  lay  our  garments  by. 
Upon  our  beds  to  res't: 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all. 
Of  what  we  now  possess. 


382  FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night. 

Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  shining  sun. 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize. 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past. 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest. 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

565  C.  M.  Moravian. 
Evening:  Cheerful  Confidence. 

IN  mercy.  Lord,  remember  me. 
Through  all  the  hours  of  night, 
And  grant  to  me  most  graciously 
The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 

2  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes, 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove: 
O,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 

3  Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  my  last. 

And  end  my  transient  days; 
Lord,  take  me  to  thy  promised  rest. 
Where  I  may  sing  thy  praise. 

566  [451]  L.  M.  WatU. 

Morning  and  Evening  Mercies. 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ? 
Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  descend  like  early  dew. 


FAMILY   TTOBSHIP.  383 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  pow'rs. 

3  I  yield  myself  to  thy  command — 

To  thee  devote  my  nights  and  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand, 
Demand  pei*petual  songs  of  praise. 

567  [453]  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Closing  Day. 

lYTOW  one  day  more  of  life  is  gone, 
jM   a  doubtful  fe"sr  remain — 
Come  then  review  what  thou  hast  done. 
Eternal  life  to  gain. 

2  Dost  thou  get  forward  in  thy  race. 

As  time  still  hastes  away  ? 
And  die  to  sin  and  gi'ow  in  grace. 
With  every  passing  day  ? 

3  O,  do  not  pass  this  life  in  dreams. 

To  be  surprised  in  death; 
And  sink  unthinking  down  to  flames. 
When  God  demands  thy  breath. 

4  No  1  every  day  thy  course  review. 

The  real  case  to  learn; 
And  with  renewed  zeal  pursue 
Thy  great  and  chief  concern. 

568  [458]  L.  M.  Wait3. 
Evening :  Memorials  of  his  Grace. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on,— 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 


384  FAMILY   WOBSHIP. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste. 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home: 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come     I 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb. 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


569  [419]  S.   M.  Doddridge 

The  Declining  Day. 

THE  swift  declining  day. 
How  fast  its  moments  fly  ! 
While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2  Te  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 

And  use  the  hours  of  light; 
And  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
At  once  eternal  night. 

3  Give  gloiy  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  whirling  sphere; 
Submissive  at  His  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  luster  break 

Through  death's  impending  gloom, 
And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light. 
In  your  celestial  home. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  385 

570  8  6,  8  6,  8  8.  •  Anon. 
The  Evening  Sacrifice. 

THOU,  Lord  of  life,  whose  tender  care 
Hath  led  us  on  till  now. 
Here,  lowly,  at  the  hour  of  prayer. 

Before  thy  throne  we  bow  : 
We  bless  thy  gracious  hand,  and  pray 
Forgiveness  for  another  day. 

2  With  prayer,  our  humble  praise  we  bring, 

For  mercies  day  by  day  : 
Lord,  teach  our  hearts  thy  love  to  sing; 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray: 
All  that  we  have  we  owe  to  thee, — 
Thy  debtors  through  eternity. 

3  In  our  Redeemer's  name,  for  all 

These  blessings  we  implore; 
Prostrate,  0  Lord,  before  thee  fall. 

And  gratefully  adore; 
Bend  from  thy  throne  of  earth  and  skies. 
And  bless  our  evening  sacrifice. 

571  8s  &  7s.  Edmeston. 
Prayer  for  an  Evening  Blessing. 

SAVIOR  !  breathe  an  evening  blessing. 
Ere  repose  our  eyelids  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing; 

Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly. 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us — 
We  are  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary. 

Darkness  can  not  hide  from  Thee: 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weaiy, 
Watcheth  where  Thy  people  be. 
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386  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 
Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 

572  7s  &  6s.  Anon 
The  Evening. 

THE  mellow  eve  is  gliding 
Serenely  down  the  west; 
So,  every  care  subsiding. 
My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 

The  daylight's  gentle  close; 

May  angels  round  me,  singing, 

Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 

Her  crystal  lamp  on  high; 

So,  when  in  death  benighted, 

May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendor  dawning, 

The  morrow's  light  shall  break; 
0,  on  the  last  bright  morning 
May  I  in  glory  wake  ! 

573  8s  &  7s.  Martineau. 
Evening  Sacnfice. 

O'S  the  dewy  breath  of  even 
Thousand  odors  mingling  rise. 
Borne  like  incense  up  to  heaven — 
Nature's  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Thou,  whose  favors  without  number 
All  our  days  with  gladness  bless. 
Let  Thine  eye  that  knows  no  slumber*, 
Guard  our  hours  of  helplessness. 


FAMILY    WORSHIP.  387 

3  Then,  though  conscious  we  are  sleeping 

In  the  outer  courts  of  death, 

Safe  beneath  a  Father's  keeping, 

Calm  we  rest  in  perfect  faith. 

574  S.  M.  Anon. 
Morning,   Noon,  Evening  and  Midnight. 

COME  at  the  morning  hour. 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray; 
Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Eock 
Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

.3  At  evening,  in  Thy  home, 
Around  its  altar,  pray; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  vails  our  eyes, 

0,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh.  Lord ! 
With  Thee  to  watch  and  pray. 

575  [448]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Evening  Devotion. 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray; 
I  am  forever  thine: 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head. 
From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  mv  own  heart  and  thee. 


388  BAPTISM. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days. 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


BAPTISM. 

576  [537]  C.  M.  Fellows. 

Christ's  Example  in  Jordan. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  has  thy  pard'ning  love 
Erabrac'd  a  wretch  so  vile  ! 
Then  kindly  bid  each  cloud  remove. 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile  1 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endur'd, 

And  all  its  shame  despis'd  ? 
And  shall  I  be  asham'd,  0  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  baptized  ? 

3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ! 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed. 
That's  worthy  of  my  God  ! 

4  Dear  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love, 

Reproves  my  cold  delays: 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

577  [539]  L.  M.  Anon. 
Commission  to  Teach  and  Baptize. 

f^  0  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize, 
VT  Aloud  the  ascending  Jesus  cries; 


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His  glad  apostles  took  tlie  word, 

And  round  the  nations  preach'd  their  Lord. 

2  Commission 'd  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
We  to  this  holy  laver  bring         .... 
These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 

3  Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face, 
O  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace: 
Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine. 
Let  beams  of  gloiy  round  them  shine. 


578  C.  M.  Anon. 

Baptism  is  not  Regeneration. 

THE  sacraments  are  holy  signs 
And  precious  gospel  seals; 
They  'xhibit  what  the  Lord  designs, 
And  what  his  word  Teveals, 

2  But  these  are  not  themselves  the  grace, 

"Which  signs  and  seals  set  forth; 
The  supper's  not  the  sacrifice, 
Nor  water  the  new  birth. 

3  The  sacraments  were  never  meant 

A  substitute  for  grace, 
They're  not  the  truths  they  represent, 
Nor  must  they  take  their  place.] 

4  Sinners  may  publicly  profess. 

And  signs  and  seals  receive. 

Of  what  they  never  did  possess. 

Of  what  they  don't  believe. 

5  But  Christ,  by  his  own  pow'rful  blood, 

Ascends  above  the  skies; 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  God, 
Shows  his  own  sacrifice. 


390  UAl-TJiSM. 

579  C.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 
The  Emblematic  Dove. 

MEEKLY  in  Jordan's  holv  stream 
The  great  Redeemer  bowed; 
Bright  was  the  glory's  sacred  beam 
That  hushed  the  wondering  crowd. 

2  Thus  God  descended  to  approve 

The  deed  that  Christ  had  done, 
Thns  came  the  emblematic  Dove, 
And  hovered  o'er  the  Son. 

3  So,  blessed  Spirit,  come  to-day 

To  our  baptismal  scene: 
Let  thoughts  of  earth  be  far  away. 
And  every  mind  serene. 

4  This  day  we  give  to  holy  joy; 

This  day  to  heaven  belongs: 
Raised  to  new  life,  we  will  employ 
In  melody  our  tongues 

580  [538]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Faith  and  Baptism. 

PROCLAIM,  saith  Christ,  "my  wondrous 
grace. 
To  all  the  sons  of  men  : 
He  that  believes  and  is  baptiz'd. 
Salvation  shall  obtain." 

2  Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those. 

Who,  hoping  in  thy  word. 
This  day  have  publicly  declar'd, 
That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 

3  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 

And  run  the  Christian  race; 
And  through  the  troubles  of  the  way, 
Find  all-sufficient  grace. 


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581  [541  j  L.  M.  Colhjer. 

The  Baptism  of  a.  Household. 

UNITED  pray'rs  a?cend  to  thee, 
Eternal  parent  of  mankind; 
Smile  on  this  waiting  family — 

Thy  face  they  seek,  and  let  them  find. 

2  Let  the  dear  pledges  of  their  love, 

Like  tender  plants  around  them  grow; 
Thy  present  grace  and  joys  abov\\ 
Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 

3  Receive,  at  their  believing  hand. 

The  charge  which  they  devote  as  thine, 
Obedient  to  their  Lord's  command — 
And  seal  with  pow'r  the  rite  divine. 

4  To  eveiy  member  of  their  house, 

Thy  grace  impart,  thy  love  extend; 
Grant  every  good  that  time  allows. 
With  heavenly  joys  that  never  end. 

582  L.  M.  Anon. 

Baptism. 

TPWAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

i    "  Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize;' 
The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
Since  He  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  "  Repent  and  be  baptized,"  He  saith, 

"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins;'" 
•  And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  the  gospel  means. 

3  Our  souls  He  washes  in  his  blood. 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 


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392  BAPTISM. 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee. 

And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 
In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record. 

583  L.  M.  Anon. 
For  Baptism  and  Immersion. 

ETERNAL  Sphit,  heav'nly  dove. 
On  these  baptismal  waters  move. 
That  we,  through  energy  divine, 
May  have  the  substance  with  the  sign. 

2  "We  to  this  place  are  come  to  show 
"What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe: 
The  Savior's  footsteps  to  explore. 
And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 

3  The  "Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
Must  not  invite,  and  be  denied; 
The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view. 
And  sweetly  they  invite  us  through. 

4  Thus  we,  dear  Savior,  own  thy  name 
Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream: 
Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come. 
And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home  ! 

584  L.  M.  Mrs.Steeh^ 
Infant  Baptism. 

OLORD  !  encouraged  by  thy  grace, 
"We  bring  our  infant  to  thy  throne; 
Give  it  within  thy  heart  a  place,  • 

Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  alone. 

2  We  ask  not  for  it  earthly  bliss, 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame  : 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this — 
That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 


BAPTISM.  393 

3  This  infant  we,  by  faith,  commit 

To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care; 
We  lay  it  at  the  Savior's  feet, 
He  will  not  let  it  perish  there. 

585  C.   M.  Watts. 
The  Promise  to  Abraham. 

HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abra'm  and  his  seed — 
'*  I  am  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure; 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  father  given ; 
He  takes  our  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  0  God,  how  faithful  are  thy  ways  ! 

Thy  love  endures  the  same, 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  thy  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name. 

586  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Christ  receives  Infants. 

BEHOLD,  what  condescending  love, 
Jesus  on  earth  displays; 
To  babes  and  sucklings  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps. 
To  our  forefathers  given; 
Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 


394  BAPTISM. 

3  Forbid  thein  not  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 
Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare 
Of  such  will  heaven  consist. 

4  With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts, 

We  give  them  up  to  thee; 
Receive  them.  Lord,  into  thine  arms — 
Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

587  [430]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  Baptized  Children. 

&REAT  Savior,  who  didst  condescend 
Young  children  in  thine  arms  to  embrace. 
Still  prove  thyself  the  infants'  friend. 
Baptize  them  with  thy  cleansing  grace. 

2  Whilst  in  the  slippeiy  paths  of  youth. 

Be  thou  their  Guardian  and  their  Guide, 
That  they,  directed  by  thy  truth. 
May  never  from  thy  precepts  slide. 

3  To  love  thy  word  their  hearts  incline, 

To  understand  it,  light  impart; 
0  Savior  consecrate  them  thine, 
Take  full  possession  of  their  heart. 

588  [542]  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Christ's  regard  for  Children. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands, 
With  all-engaging  charms; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs,  • 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scoi-n  their  humble  name: 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these. 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 


BAPTISM.  395 

3  We  bring  ihem,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  thorn  up  to  thcc; 
Jovful  that  WQ  ourselves  are  thine, 
iThine,  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear; 

Ye  children  seek  his  face; 
And  fly  with  transporte  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  heart. 
If  weepibg  o'er  their  dust. 

589  S.  M.  Anon. 

The  Baptism  of  Children. 

LORD  !  what  our  ears  have  heard. 
Our  eyes  delighted  trace. 
Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  ev'ry  faithful  race, 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim. 

And  mark  them  out  for  thine: 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

3  Thy  cov'nant  may  they  keep. 

And  bless  the  nappy  bands 
Which  closer  still  engage  our  hearts 
To  honor  thy  commands, 

4  How  great  thy  mercies.  Lord  ! 

How  plenteous  is  thy  grace. 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

5  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  father's  God, 

To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share. 

And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 


396  i.okd'8  buri-ER. 


LORD'S  SUPPER. 

590  [169]  S.  M.  Hart. 

Universal  Gladness  and  Joy. 

n  LORY  to  God  on  high, 
vX  Our  peace  is  made  ^vith  Heaven; 
The  Son  of  God  came  down  to  die. 
That  we  might  be  forgiven. 

2  His  precious  blood  -was  shed, 

His  bod  J  bruised,  for  sin: 

Remember  this  in  eating  bread, 

And  this  in  drinking  wine. 

3  Approach  his  royal  board. 

In  his  rich  garments  clad; 
Join  every  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord, 
And  every  heart  be  glad. 

4  The  Father  gives  the  Son ; 

The  Son,  his  flesh  and  blood  : 
The  Spirit  seals;  and  faith  puts  on. 
The  righteousness  of  God. 

591  [171]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Oheying  the  Command. 

JESUS,  we  thus  obey 
The  last  and  kindest  word; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
"We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  The  way  thou  hast  enjoin'd, 
Thou  wilt  therein  appear; 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  special  presence  here. 


lord's  supper.  397 

3  Wliate'cr  th'  Almighty  can 
To  pardou'd  sinners  give. 
The  fullness  of  our  God  made  man. 
We  here  with  Christ  receive. 

592  [^2]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Our  Paschal  Lamb. 

LET  all  who  truly  bear 
The  bleeding  Savior's  name, 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 
And  eat  the  Paschal  Lamb. 

2  This  eucharistic  feast. 

Our  every  want  supplies, 
And  still  we  by  his  death  ai'e  blest, 
And  share  his  sacrifice. 

3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ, 

His  suff 'rings  to  record. 
E'en  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 
Communion  with  our  Lord. 

4  We  too  with  him  are  dead. 

And  shall  with  hira  arise; 
The  cross  on  which  he  bows  his  head 
Shall  lift  us  to  the  skies. 

593  [175j  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Invitation. 

THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads. 
And  blessings  crown  the  board; 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys. 
Could  such  delight  afiford. 

2  Pai'don  and  peace  to  dying  men. 
And  endless  life  are  given. 
Through  the  rich  blood  tl:iat  Jesus  shed. 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 


Ik 


398  lord's  supper. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 

N'or  weak  excuses  frame; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast. 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 


594  [176]  L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Lord's  Supper  Instituted. 

?rpWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

JL    Wlien  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes, — 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake; 
What  love  through  all  his, actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine; 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end. 

In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend; 
Meet  at  ray  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name. 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


lord's  supper.  399 

595  [170]  S.  M.  C.  Wesley, 

Approaching  the  Table. 

JESUS,  at  whose  supreme  command, 
We  now  approacli  to  God, 
Before  us  in  thy  vesture  stand. 
Thy  vesture  dipp'd  in  blood. 

2  N'ow,  Savior,  now  thyself  reveal. 

And  make  thy  nature  known; 
Affix  thy  blessed  Spirit's  seal. 
And  stamp  iis  for  thine  own. 

3  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love, 

O  let  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quick'ning  Spirit  move, 
And  sensibly  believe. 

4  The  cup  of  blessing,  blest  by  thee, 

Let  it  thy  blood  impart; 
The  bread  thy  mystic  body  be. 
To  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

5  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 

In  us  vouchsafe  to  be: 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
And  all  may  live  by  thee. 

596  8s  &  7s.  Breviary. 
The  Last  Supper. 

ON  the  night  of  that  last  supper. 
Seated  with  His  chosen  band, 
Christ,  as  food  to  all  His  brethren. 
Gives  Himself  with  His  own  hand. 

2  He,  as  man  with  man  conversing. 
Staid  the  seeds  of  truth  to  sow; 


Then  He  closed,  in  solemn  order, 
Wondrously,  His  life  of  woe. 


400  lord's  supper. 

3  Lo !  o'er  ancient  forms  departing", 

Newer  rites  of  grace  prevail; 

Faith  for  all  defects  supplying, 

Where  the  feeble  senses  fail. 

4  To  the  everlasting  Father, 

Through  the  Son  who  reigns  on  hisfh, 
Be  salvation,  honor,  blessing. 
Might,  and  endless  majesty. 

597  [173]  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Feast  of  Christ's  Friends. 

LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

2  I,  that  was  all  defil  'd  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God  ; 
I,  that  have  crucifi  'd  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  "What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Savior  takes  me  by  the  hand. 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  '•'  Feast,  0,  my  friends,"  the  Savior  cried, 

"  The  feast  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan  'd,  and  bled,  and  died. 
And  rose,  and  triumph  'd  too." 

598  [174]  C.  M.  Hart. 

Its  Design. 

THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death. 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 
Did,  almost  with  his  dying  breath. 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 


LORJU'S   SUPPEE.  401 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  have  met. 

And  to  remember  thee  ; 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat — 
For  me  He  died,  for  me  ! 

3  Thy  suff 'rings.  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 

To  our  remembrance  brings  : 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine. 
But  think  on  noble  things. 

4  0  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
To  sing — Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me  ! 


599  8s  &  7s.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Spirit  Witnessing  His  Passion. 

COME,  thou  everlasting  Spirit, 
Bring  to  every  thankful  mind, 
All  the  Savior's  dying  merit. 

All  His  sufferings  for  mankind. 
True  Recorder  of  His  passion, 
Xow  the  living  fire  impart, 
Now  reveal  His  great  salvation, 
Preach  His  gospel  to  our  heart. 

2  Come,  thou  Witness  of  his  dying, 

Come,  Remembrancer  divine  ; 
Let  ns  feel  thy  power  applying 

Christ  to  every  soul,  and  mine  , 
Let  us  groan  thine  inward  groaning, 

Look  on  Him  we  pierced,  and  grieve. 
All  receive  the  mace  atoning. 

All  the  sparkling  blood  receive. 

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402  lord's  6UPPEE. 


600  4  lines  7s.  C.  WesUy. 

Discerning  the  Lord's  Body. 

JESUS,  all  redeeming  Lord, 
Magnify  thy  dying  word  ; 
In  tliine  ordinance  appear  ; 
Come,  and  meet  thy  foil  Vers  here. 

3  In  the  rite  thou  hast  enjoin  'd. 
Let  us  now  our  Savior  find  ; 
Drink  thy  blood  for  sinners  shed, 
Taste  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 

3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare  ; 
Thou  thy  pard  'ning  grace  declare : 
Thou  that  hast  for  sinners  died. 
Show  thyself  the  Crucified  ! 

4  All  the  power  of  sin  remove  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love  ; 
Stamp  us  with  the  stamp  divine  ; 
Seal  our  souls  forever  tlune. 


601  lis.  E.  Y.  Reese. 

Remembering  Christ. 

<<  no  THIS,"  and  remember  the  blood  that 

U  was  shed. 
Ere  Calvary's  Victim  to  slaughter  was  led, 
"When,  sad  and  forsaken,  the  garden  alone 
Gave  ear  to  his  sorrow,  and  echoed  his  moan. 

2  Remember  the  conflict  with  insult  and  scom, 
The  robe  of  derision,  the  chaplet  of  thorn. 
The  sin-cleansing  fountain  that  streamed  from 

his  side, 
When,  "Father,  forgive  them,"  he  uttered, 
and  died. 


lord's  supper.  403 

3  Bemember  that  Victor  o  'cr  doath  and  tho 

grave  : 
He  liveth  forever,  his  people  to  save  : 
O,  take  with  thanksgiving  this  pledge  of  his 

love, — 
The  foretaste  of  rapture  eternal  above. 

602  [178]  C.  M.  Steele. 

Yet  there  is  Room. 

YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor. 
Behold  a  royal  feast, 
"Where  Mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
Por  every  humble  guest. 

2  There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls — ^he  bids  you  come  : 
Though  guilt  restrains,  and  fear  alarms. 
Behold,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  0,  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast. 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice. 
In  songs  on  earth  unknown, 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Te  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore. 
And  enter  while  there's  room. 

603  C.  M.  S.  Stennett. 

The  Body  and  Blood  of  Christ. 

HERE,  at  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet, 
To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat. 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 


404  lord's  supper. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow  : 
O,  what  delightful  food  ; 
"We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine. 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

3  Deep  was  the  suffering  he  endured 

Upon  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
"  For  me,"  each  welcome  guest  may  say, 
"  'Twas  all  endured  for  me." 

4  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 

Dear  Savior,  so  divine  : 
Well  thou  mayst  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 


604  8s  &  7s.  Hart, 

The  Heavenly  Banquet. 

JESUS  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us, 
Cheers  our  famish  'd  souls  with  food. 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us. 

Of  his  mystic  flesh  and  blood. 
Precious  banquet ;  bread  of  heaven  ; 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free  ; 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given. 
In  remembrance,  Lord,*  of  thee. 

^  In  thy  holy  incarnation. 

When  the  angels  sang  thy  birth  : 
In  thy  fasting  and  temptation  ; 

In  thy  labors  on  the  earth  ; 
In  thy  trial  and  rejection  ; 

In  thy  suff  'rings  on  the  tree  ; 
In  thy  glorious  resurrection  ; 

May  we,  Lord,  remember  thee. 


lord's  supper.  405 

605  C.  M.  Anon, 
Coming  to  the  Table  of  tie  Lord. 

LET  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 
Be  banished  from  the  heart, 
The  Savior's  love  fill  every  breast, 
And  light  and  life  impart. 

2  He  knew  how  frail  our  nature  is, 

Our  souls  how  apt  to  stray  ; 
How  mucli  we  need  his  gracious  help 
To  keep  us  in  the  way  ! 

3  These  faithful  pledges  of  his  love 

His  mercy  did  ordain, 
To  bring  refreshments  to  our  souls, 
And  faith  and  hope  sustain, 

4  Since  such  his  condescending  grace. 

Let  us,  with  hearts  sincere, 
Obedient  to  his  holy  will, 
His  table  now  draw  near. 

5  And  while  we  join  to  celebrate 

The  sufferings  of  our  Lord, 
May  we  receive  new  grace  and  power. 
T'  obey  his  holy  word. 

606  [245]  L.  M.  IfaUs. 

Enjoyment  of  the  Supper. 

EAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone. 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Savior  see  ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  tliee. 

2  0  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above. 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 


406  FELLOWSHIP   AND   COMMUNIOJ^. 

3  The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand. 
And  iu  sweet  munnurs  by  their  side 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

4  Haste,  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine. 

5  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 


FELLOWSHIP  AND  COMMUNION. 

607  [280]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

Perfect  Harmony  and  Joy  Unspeakable. 

ALL  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord, 
Who  joins  us  by  his  grace. 
And  bids  us,  each  to  each  restored. 
Together  seek  his  face. 

2  He  bids  us  build  each  other  up  ; 

And,  gather 'd  into  one, 
To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope. 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

3  The  gift  which  he  on  one  bestows. 

We  all  delight  to  prove  ; 
The  grace  through  every  vessel  flows. 
In  purest  streams  of  love. 

4  E  'en  now  we  think  and  speak  the  same. 

And  cordially  agree. 
United  all,  through  Jesus'  name. 
In  perfect  hai-mony. 


FELLOWSHIP  AND   «.OMJnJNI0N.  407 

5  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one  ; 
The  cotnmoii  peace  we  feel  ; 
A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknow* — 
A  joy  unspeakable. 

G  And  if  our  fellowship  below 
In  Jesus  be  so  sweet, 
What  hight  of  rapture  do  we  know 
"When  round  his  throne  we  meet ! 

608  [283]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

United — though  Separated. 

BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  love, 
That  will  not  let  us  part : 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

52  Join  'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 
And  still  in  Jesus's  footsteps  tread,  ] 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him. 

And  nothing  know  beside — 
Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem. 
But  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  beloved  embrace  ; 
Expect  his  fullness  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  answer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Savior's  grace. 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Isor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  pai't. 

6  Then  let  us  hasten  to  the  day 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore  ; 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 


498  FELLOWSHIP    AND    COMMUNION. 


609  [285]  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Separated,  but  Inseparable. 

GOD  of  all  consolation,  take 
The  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Through  thee  we  now  together  came. 

In  singleness  of  heart ; 
We  met,  0  Jesus,  in  thy  Name, 
And  in  thy  ^^Tame  we  part. 

3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind  ; 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jesus  join'd. 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4  Subsists  as  in  us  all  one  soul  ; 

No  power  can  make  us  twain  ; 
And  mountains  rise,  and  oceans  roll, 
To  sever  us  in  vain. 

610  [281]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 
Laborers  in  the  Vineyard  of  the  Lord. 

AND  let  our  bodies  part, — 
To  diflf'rent  climes  repair  ; 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart 
The  friends  of  Jesus  are. 

2  0  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus'  work  below  ; 
And,  foll'wing  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  further  conquests  go. 

3  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  nis  lab'rers  lies; 
And  lo  !  we  see  the  vast  reward 
Which  waits  us  in  the  skies. 


FELLOWSHIP  AND   COMITONION.  40» 

4  0  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 
That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labors  end. 

5  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

Our  suff 'rinff  and  our  pain: 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore, 
Shall  never  part  again. 

611  [283]  S.  M.  WaUs. 

Sweet  Communion. 

BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  heart  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows. 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

612  [282]  S.  M.  FawceU. 

Christian    Fellowship. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above, 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one. 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 


410  FELLOWSHIP   AND   COMMUNION. 

3  We  shai'e  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives. 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free. 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

613  [286]  C.  M.  Swain. 

Brotherly  Love. 

HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight, 
When  those  that  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  thus  fulfill  his  word  ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye. 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide. 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream  ; 

Through  every  bosom  flows. 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 
In  every  action  glows. 


FELLOWSHIP    AND    COMMUNIOX.  411 

5  Love  is  llie  golden  cliain  tlaat  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

614  [287]  C.  M.  J.  Ryland. 

Hinder  Me  Not. 

Im  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much-loved  saints. 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duties,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
"  Hinder  me  not ; "  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And,  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home. 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be — 
"Hinder  me  not ;"  come,  welcome,  death; 
ITl  gladly  go  with  thee. 

615  [289]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Christian  Harmony, 

LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight. 
Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
"Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ,  the  spring. 
Descend  to  every  soul. 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  ! 


41'S  FELLOTTSHIP  AND   COMMUNION. 

3  'Tis  pleasant  as  tte  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill. 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 

616  [292]  S.  M.  Doddndge. 

Concert  of  Praise. 
"jVrOW  let  our  voices  join, 
J-1    To  form  a  sacred  song; 
Ye  pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears. 

How  open  and  how  fair ! 
No  lurking  sins  t'  entrap  our  feet, 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  Paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear. 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 


A^ 


617  S.  M.  Wesley, 

Meeting,  after  Absence. 

ISTD  are  we  yet  alive, 
And  see  each  other's  face  ? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Josus  give. 

For  his  redeeming  grace. 
Preserved  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here, 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join. 
And  in  his  sight  appear. 


FELLOWSHIP  AND   COMMUNION.  413 

2  "What  troubles  have  "we  seen  ! 

What  conflicts  have  we  pass'd  ! 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last ! 
But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  his  love  ; 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afiford, 

And  hides  our  life  above. 

3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
"Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost. 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more: 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross. 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain  ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss. 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 


618  [288]  C.  M.  a 

The  Loadstone  of  His  Low. 

JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace. 
And  each  to  each  endear'd. 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face. 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  easy  yoke, — 
A  band  of  love,  a  threefold  cord, 
"Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink; 

Baptize  into  thy  name; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak,  the  same. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love. 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree; 
And  ever  toward  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  toward  thee. 


414  FELLOWSHIP    AND    COMMUNION. 

5  To  thee,  inseparably  joind 
Let  all  onr  spirits  cleave; 
0  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee  receive. 


619  [291]  C.  M.  Wesley. 

Rejoicing  in  Hope. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
Ye  foU'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love. 
And  gloryfy  His  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 

Whose  mercies  never  end: 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King; 
The  King  is  now  our  Friend. 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss; 

On  earthly  good  look  down; 
And  ioyfully  sustain  the  cross. 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4  O  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  works  to'  approve, — 
By  holy,  purifying  hope, 
And  thie  sweet  task  of  love 

5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 

The  Holy  Ghost  receive; 
And,  raised  to  our  unsinning  state. 
With  God  in  Eden  live. 

6  Live,  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come. 

And  wait  his  heaven  to  share: 
He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home; 
Go  on,  we'll  meet  you  there. 


FELLOWSHIP   AND   COMMUNIOX.  415 

620  [376]  S.  M.  Beddome. 

Mutual  Love. 

LET  party  strifes  no  more 
The  christian  -^orld  o'erspread: 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Ai'e  one  in  Christ,  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

L^t  mutual  love  abound; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance. 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above  ; 
Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow. 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


621  C.  M.  Watts. 

Excellence  of  Christian  Love. 

SPIRIT  of  peace,  celestial  Dove, 
How  excellent  thy  praise  ! 
No  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays. 

2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower. 

That  silently  distills, 
At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour, 
On  Zion's  fruitful  hills, — 

3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above. 

Shall  promised  grace  descend. 
Tin  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend. 


416  FELLOWSHIP   AND   COMMUNION. 


622    [557]  8  lines  8s.  Anon. 

Union  of  Christians. 

I  ROM  whence  does  this  Union  arise. 


F 


That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ; 
It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties. 

That  distance  and  time  can't  remove? 
It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground; 

And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

2  My  friends,  once  so  dear  unto  me. 

Our  SQjals  so  united  in  love: 
Where  Jesus  has  gone  we  shall  be, 

In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 
Oh  !  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part. 

Since  there  we  shall  soon  meet  again  ? 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart. 

At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

3  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day. 

And  join  with  the  angels  above. 
We  can,  we  now  rejoice  to  tear 

The  idol  from  our  bleeding  heart. 
Jesus,  accept  our  sacrifice: 

All  things  for  thee  we  count  but  loss; 
Lo  I  at  thy  word  our  idol  dies. 

Dies  on  the  altar  of  thy  cross. 


623  C.  M.  Anon. 

Meeting  of  Christian  Friends. 

OIT  is  joy  in  one  to  meet, 
J  Whom  one  communion  blends, 
Council  to  hold  in  converse  sweet, 
And  talk  as  Christian  friends. 


FELLO-WSHIP   AND    COMMUNION.  417 

2  'Tis  joy  to  think  the  augel  train, 

Who  'mid  heaven's  temple  shine. 
To  seek  our  earthly  temples  deign, 
And  in  our  anthems  join. 

3  But  chief  'tis  joy  to  think  that  He, 

To  whom  His  church  is  dear. 
Delights  her  gathered  flock  to  see, 
Her  joint  devotions  hear. 

4  Then  who  would  choose  to  walk  abroad. 

While  here  such  joys  are  given  ? 
"  This  is  indeed  the  house  of  God, 
And  this  the  gate  of  heaven  !  " 

624  8  lines  7s.  WesUy. 

The  Feast  of  Endless  Love. 

COME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord, 
Lowly,,  meek,  incarnate  Word; 
Humbly  stoop  to  earth  again ; 
Come,  and  visit  abject  man. 
Jesus,  dear  expected  guest. 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feast : 
For  thyself  our  hearts  prepare; 
Come,  and  sit,  and  banquet  tbere. 

2  Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim  : 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name  : 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear; 
Manifest  thy  presence  here. 
Sanctify  us.  Lord,  and  bless: 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace; 
Thou  thyself  within  us  move: 
Make  our  feast  a  feast  of  love. 

3  Let  tlie  fruits  of  grace  abound; 
Let  us  in  thy  bowels  sound; 
Faith  and  love,  and  joy  increase, — 
Temperance  and  gentleness; 

27 


418  FELLOWSHIP   AND   COMMUNION. 

Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind: 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, — 
Full  of  goodness,  full  of  thee. 

625  C.  M.  Anon, 
(iferistian  Travelers  Heavenward. 

WHAT  poor  despised  company 
Of  travelers  are  these. 
Who  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  the  rugged  maze  ? 

2  Ah,  those  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine. 
And  lo,  for  joy  they  sing  ! 

3  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 

And  lacking  daily  bread; 
Ah  !  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possessed. 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

4  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road. 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
Why  ?  —  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod; 
They  love  and  keep  His  ways. 

5  Why  must  they  shun  the  pleasant  path, 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  V 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, ^ 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

626  H.  M.  Montgomery. 
Christian    Unity, 

OW  beautiful  the  sight. 
Of  brethren  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite, 
And  bonds  of  charity: 
'Tis  like  the  precious  ointment,  shed 
O' re  all  his  robes,  from  Aaron's  Juail. 


H' 


CHRISTIAN    WARFARE.  419 

'Tis  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Hermon's  flowers, 
Or  Ziori's  fruitful  hill, 

Bright  with  the  drops  of  showers. 
When  mingled  odors  breathe  around, 
And  glory  rests  on  all  the  ground. 

For  there  the  Lord  commands 

Blessings,  a  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands, 
Yea,  life  forevermore: 
Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above 
To  spend  eternity  in  love. 


CHRISTIAN  WARFARE. 

627  1 267]  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
"While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 

And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
In  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


A^ 


Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  woidd  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain. 

Supported  by  thy  Word. 


420  CHRISTIAN'   WARFARE. 

5  Thy  paints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquei*,  though  they  die; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
The  crown  enchants  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

628  [2G8]  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Christian  Race. 

AWAKE,  ray  soul — stretch  every  nerve. 
And  press  with  vigor  on: 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
A  bright,  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  tJie  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around. 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onwai'd  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Savior — introduced  by  thee. 

Have  we  our  race  begun; 
And,  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
Well  lay  our  laurels  down. 

629  [2G9]  L.  M.  Wcdts. 

Christian  Warfare. 

STAND  up,  my  soul— shake  off  thy  fears. 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy. 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 


OIIKISTIAN    WARFARE.  421 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  theni  to  the  cross. 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  sonl  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign. 

And  glittering  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown  ; 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

630  CM.  Anon. 

The  whole  Armor. 

0    SPEED  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way 
9  And  to  thy  armor  cling; 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey, 
That  grace  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought. 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  won. 

3  The  shield  of  faith  repels  the  dart 

That  Satan's  hand  may  throw  ; 
His  arrow  cannot  reach  thy  heart. 
If  Christ  control  the  bow, 

4  The  glowing  lamp  of  prayer  will  light 

Thee  on  thy  anxious  road; 
'Twill  keep  the  goal  of  heaven  in  sight, 
And  guide  thee  to  thy  God. 

5  0,  faint  not,  Christian,  for  thy  sighs 

Al-e  heard  before  his  throne; 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize. 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 


422  CHKISTIAN    WAKFAKK. 


631  [273]  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  Christian  called  to  Anns. 

MY  Captain  sounds  th'  alarm  of  war, 
Awake,  the  pow'rs  of  bell  are  near; 
"  To  ai'ms  !  to  arms  !  "  I  hear  him  crj, 
"  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die." 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound,. 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around  ; 
Make  baste  to  gird  my  armor  on. 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  be  gone. 

3  In  him  I  hope,  in  him  I  trust; 
His  dying  love  is  all  my  boast. 
Through  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on, 
To  vict'ry,  and  the  victor's  crown. 

632  [277]  L.  M.  Anon. 
Longing  to  see  Jesus. 

|H  1  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
^    And  reign  with  him  above  ? 
And  drink  the  flowing  fountain. 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin; 
x\nd  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasure  in  ? 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier. 

My  Captain's  gone  before  ; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear  ; 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 


0' 


cUXiliTiAN     W.UltAUl..  423 

3  Throii-gh  grace  I  am  determiu'd 

To  conquer,  thougli  1  die; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  1  11  fly  I 
Farewell  to  sin  and  soi-row, 

I  bid  them  all  adieu  ; 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  trials 

And  troubles  on  the  way. 
Then  cast  your  cares  on  Jesus, 

And  don  t  forget  to  pray; 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  hope,  and  faitl'i,  and  love  ; 
And  when  your  race  is  ended. 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  Oh  !  do  not  be  dir-conrag'd. 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend; 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge. 

He'll  not  forget  to  lend: 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you. 

Though  often  you  request; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 


633  [2711  S.  M.  Wesley. 

The  Mind  that  was  in  Christ. 

EQUIP  me  for  the  war. 
And  teach  my  hands  to  fight ; 
My  simple,  uprig'ht  heart  prepare, 
And  guide  my  words  aright. 

2  Control  my  every  thought; 
My  whole  of  sin  remove: 
Let  all  ray  works  in  thee  be  Avrought, 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 


424  CHRISTIAN   WARFAEK. 

3  0  arm  me  with  tlie  mind. 

Meek  Lamb,  that  was  in  thee; 
And  let  my  knowing  zeal  be  join'd 
With  perfect  charity. 

4  With  calm  and  temper'd  zeal 

Let  me  enforce  thy  call; 
And  vindicate  thy  gracious  will, 
Which  offers  life  to  all. 

5  0  may  I  love  like  thee, — 

In  all  thy  footsteps  tread; 
Thou  hatest  all  iniquity. 
But  nothing  thou  hast  made. 

6  0  may  I  learn  the  art, 

With  meekness  *io  reprove; 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart. 
But  still  the  sinner  love. 


634  [272]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Divine  Help. 
"pOREVER  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
.L    My  Savior  and  my  shield; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word. 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

Ke  makes  my  soul  his  care. 
Instructs  me  to  the  heavenly  fight. 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  Friend  and  Helper  so  divine 

Doth  my  weak  courage  raise. 
He  makes  the  glorious  victoiy  mine. 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 


CHRISTIAN   WARFARE.  425 


635  C.  M.  Neufton. 

True  and  False  Zeal. 

ZEAL  is  that  pure  and  heav'nly  flame. 
The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 
While  that  which  often  Dears  the  name 
Is  self  in  a  disguise. 

True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild. 

Can  pitj  and  forbear; 
The  false  is  headstrong,  fierce,  and  wild. 

And  breathes  revenge  and  wai*. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms, 

He  knows  the  worth  of  peace  ; 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms. 
Its  party  to  increase. 

4  Dear  Lord,  the  idol  self  dethrone. 

And  from  our  hearts  remove; 
An  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shone. 
But  that  which  springs  from  love. 


636  L.  M.  Montgomery 

The  Panoply  of  Truth. 

BEHOLD  the  Christian  warrior  stand 
In  all  the  armor  of  his  God; 
The  Spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand, 
His  feet  are  with  the  Gospel  shod: — - 

2  111  panoply  of  truth  complete, 
SaJ.vatioa's  helmet  on  his  head; 
With  righteousness  a  breast-plate  meet, 
And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread- 


426 


CHRISTIAN    ^VAKFAKJi. 


3  Undaunted  to  the  field,  he  goes; 

Yet  vain  were  skill  and  valor  there, 
Unless,  to  foil  his  legion  foes. 

He  takes  the  trustiest  "vreapon,  prayer. 

4  Thus,  strong  in  his  Redeemer's  strength. 

Sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  tramples  down; 
Fights  the  good  fight,  and  wins  at  length, 
Through  mercy,  an  immortal  crowu. 


637  [278j  C.  M. 

Heavenly  Rest  in  Anticipation. 

WHEl!^  I  can  read  my  title  cleai- 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd. 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, — 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


Watts 


638 


7s. 
Inward  Foes   Comhatted. 


BRETHREIsr  while  we  sojourn  here. 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear: 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 


Anon. 


CllRlSTIAN    WAKKAKE,  4!27 

P'orwaxd,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  time  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 

In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 

Lie  to  take  us  unawares: 

Satan,  with  malicious  art. 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart; 

But  from  Satan's  malice  free 

Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet 

None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet — 

None  betray  us  into  sin 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within: 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these; 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 


Do9  Vs  &  6's.  Anon. 

Zion's  King  our  Captain. 

CHRIST  is  set  on  Zion's  hiU, 
He  receiveth  sinners  still: 
Who  will  seiwe  this  blessed  King  ? 
Come,  enlist,  and  with  me  sing: 
I,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  Eternity. 

2  Zion's  King  my  captain  is — 
Conquest  I  shall  never  miss; 
Present  pay  I  now  receive — 
Future  happiness  he'll  give: 

I,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 

Happy  in  Eternity. 


428  CHRISTIAN   WARFARK. 

3  What  a  Captain  I  have  got ! 
Is  not  mine  a  happy  lot  ? 
Therefore  will  I  take  the  sword. 
Fight  for  Jesus  Christ  my  Lord: 

I,  his  soldier,  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  Eternity. 

4  Brother  soldier  !  still  fight  on, 
Till  the  battle  thou  hast  won  ; 
The  Great  Captain  we  did  choose 
Never  did  a  battle  lose: 

We,  his  soldiers,  sure  shall  be 
Happy  in  Eternity. 

640  [279]  L.  M.  Watts, 

The  Heavenly  Race. 

AWAKE,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears  ! 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone; 
Awake — and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True, — 'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road. 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint; — 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young. 
And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring. 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 

On  wings  of  love,  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 


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CHRISTIAN   VTARFARE.  429 


641  s.  M. 

The  Standard  of  the  Cross. 
"ARK,  liow  the  Tvatchmen  cry  ! 
Attend  the  trumpet's  souna; 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh, 

The  powers  of  hell  surround. 
Who  bow  to  Christ's  command. 

Your  arras  and  hearts  prepare. 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand, — 
Go  forth  to  glorious  wsa: 

See  on  the  mountain  top 

The  standard  of  your  God; 
In  Jesus'  name  'tis  lifted  up. 

All  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 
His  standard-bearers,  now 

To  all  the  nations  call: 
To  Jesus'  cross,  ye  nations,  bow; 

He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 

Go  up  with  Christ  your  Head; 

Your  Captain's  footsteps  see; 
Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory. 
All  power  to  him  is  given; 

He  ever  reigns  the  same: 
Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven. 

Are  all  in  Jesus'  Name. 


642  7s  &  8s.  J.  Cross. 

The  Christian   Soldier. 

CHRISTIAN  soldier,  seize  thy  sword,-- 
Seek  the  field  and  take  thy  station  ! 
Prince  Messiah  gives  the  word, 
Captain  of  the  saints'  salvation 


430       TRUSTING    IN    GRACE   AND    PROVIDENCE. 

2  Strong  the  -weapons  thou  must  wield. 

Stern  the  warfare  thou  art  waging: 
Bind  the  helaiet,  bear  the  shield, 
Hell's  beleaguering  hosts  engaging. 

3  Lo,  the  battle  is  begun  ! 

Lo,  Immauuel's  troops  in  motion  ! 
Some  the  prize  have  nearly  won, 
Some  already  seize  their  portion. 

4  Hear  ye  not  the  victor's  song  ? 

Hear  ye  not  the  captive's  crying  ? 
Shout !  Jehovah's  arm  is  strong: 
Shout !  the  alien  foe  is  flying. 

5  See  the  crimson  banners  wave  ! 

Hear  the  chariot's  rolling  thunder  ! 

Christ  the  conquer'd  world  shall  save, 

Cleave  Apollyon's  throne  asundei*. 

6  Lo,  the  ransom 'd  marching  home  ! 

Anthems  loud  and  palms  victorious: 
Satan  conquer'd,  death  o'ercome. 

Crown  secured  and  mansions  irlorious. 


TRUSTING  IN  GRACE  AND  PROVI- 
DENCE. 

643  [243]  C.  M.  Nercton. 

Triumphant  Grace. 

AMAZING  grace  !   how  sweet  the  sound. 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  I 
T  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


TRUSTING    IN    GRACE    AND   PROVIDENCE.       431 

2  'T\vas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  ray  fears  relieved: 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear: 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come; 
'Tis  grace  lias  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  vrord  my  hope  secures; 
He  -will  my  shield  and  portion  be. 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  And  -when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail. 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine. 
But  God  who  called  me  here  below. 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

644     [246]  S.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

He  Ruleth  all  Things  Well. 

&IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears; 
Hope,  and  be  undismay'd; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head; 
Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms. 

He  gently  clears  thy  way; 
"Wait  thou  iiis  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight — let  fear  depart. 
And  every  care  be  gone. 


432   TRUSTING  IX  GRACE  AND  PROVIDENCE. 

What  though  thou  riilest  not; 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell. 
Proclaim, — God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  his  sovereign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command: 
So  shalt  thou,  wond'ring,  own  his  way. 

How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand  ! 
Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appeal*. 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

646  [248]  L.  M.  JTesley. 

Safety  and  Security  in  the  Arms  of  Jesus. 
r^  OD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
IT  Through  varied  deaths  my  soul  hath  led. 
Or  turn'd  aside  the  fatal  hour. 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head. 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, — 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see; 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly. 

But  to  my  loving  Savior's  breast  I 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest. 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun. 

But  thou,  0  Christ,  my  wisdom  art: 
I  ever  into  ruin  run. 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, — 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 


TRUSTING  IN  ORACB  AND  PROTIDENOE.   433 

646  [244]  L.  M.  Wesley. 
Patient    Thankfulness  and  Trust. 

ETERIS'AL  beam  of  light  divine. 
Fountain  of  unexhausted  love; 
In  whom  the  Father's  glories  shine, 

Through  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above. 

2  Jesus,  the  weary  "^and  'rer's  rest, 

Give  me  thy  easy  yoke  to  bear; 
With  steadfast  patience  arm  my  lareast 
With  spotless  love  and  lowly  fear. 

3  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee. 

Prepared  and  mingled  by  thy  skill: 
Though  bitter  to  the  taste  it  be, 
Powerful  the  wounded  soul  to  heal. 

4  Be  thou,  0  Rock  of  ages,  nigh  ! 

So  shall  each  murm'ring  thought  be  gone. 
And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  shall  fly, 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  sun. 

5  Speak  to  ray  warring  passions — Peace; 

Say  to  my  trembling  heart — Be  still; 
Thy  power  my  strength  and  fortress  is. 
For  all  things  serve  thy  sov'reign  will. 

6  0  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ?    Where  now 

Thy  boasted  victory,  0  grave  ? 
Who  shall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 
Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  save  ? 

647  [247]  C.  M.  Cowper. 

Purposes  of  God  Developed  by  his  Providence. 
ri  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
vT  His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 
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434       TEUSTING   IN    GRACE   AND   PEOVIDBNO^ 

2  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresli  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
With  blessings  on  your  head. 

3  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

4  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast. 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

5  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  eir. 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain, 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

648  [249]  L.  M.  Wesley. 

His  Everlasting  Arms  of  Love. 

HOW  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round  ! 
Forever  be  thy  Name  adored; 
I  blush  in  all  things  to  abound; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 

2  Inured  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  suff 'ring  life  my  Master  led; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man. 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  lo !  a  plaee  he  hath  prepared 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep; 
Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard; 
He  smooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  Bleep. 


TRUSTING   IN   GRACE    AND   PROVIDENCE.       435 

4  Jesus  protects;  my  fears,  begone: 

What  can  the  Kock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  th}"  arms  I  lay  me  down, — 
Thine  everlasting  ai-ms  of  love. 


649  L.  M.  Newton. 

Prayer  Answered  by  Crosses. 

I  ASKED  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know. 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  *Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray. 

And  he,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hoped  that  in  some  favored  hour. 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request. 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angiy  powers  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

5  Tea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seemed 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe; 
Crossed  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed. 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?  "  I  trembling  cried; 

"Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ?  " 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 


436   TRUSTING  Ih'  GUACl:;  AND  PROVIDENCE. 

7  "  These  inward  ti-ials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  tliee  free, 
Aod  break  thy  sclienies  of  earthly  joy. 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

650  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Unbelieving  Fear  Dispelled. 

AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 
Feai-  ghall  in  me  no  more  have  place; 
My  Savior  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face: 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 
I  never  -will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fi'uit  deny. 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afibrd, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race. 
Yet  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  Barren  although  my  soul  remain, 

And  not  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain. 

But  sin,  and  only  sin  is  here: 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost. 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see; 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Savior  trust. 

And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

4  In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim, 
Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up. 
Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 


TRUSTING   IN   GRACE   AND   PROVIDENCE.       437 

To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh. 
My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind 

On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high. 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


651  [250]  lis.  Kennedy. 

Relying  on  the  Promises. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  3^0  saints   of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith,  in  his  excellent  word; 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he  hath 

said? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health. 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land  or  the  sea, 

**  As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be." 

3  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee;   0  !  be  not  dis- 

may'd. 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee 

aid; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  **  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go. 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow: 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee,  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  "'When    through  fiery  trials    thy  pathway 

shall  lie. 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 


438       TRUSTIXG    IN    GRACE    AND    PROVIDENCE. 

The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  "  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My  gi'ace  is  eternal,  unbounded  my  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 

7  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes: 
That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 

652  [254]  L.  M.  Anon. 

He  Careth  for   You. 

PEACE,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear. 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near; 
Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  the  still: 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry; 

His  promise  all  may  freely  claim: 
Ask  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  "Without  reserve  give  Christ  your  heart 
Let  him  bis  righteousness  impart- 
Then  all  things  else  he'll  freely  give; 
With  him  you  all  things  shall  receive. 

4  Thus  shall  the  soul  be  truly  blest, 
That  seeks  in  God  his  only  rest; 
May  I  that  happy  person  be. 

In  time  and  in  eternity. 


TRUSTING    IN    GRACE    AND    PROVIDENCE.       439 


653  [256]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Christ  our  All  in  Heawin  and  Earth. 

WHOM  have  we,  Lord,  in  heaven,  but  thee. 
And  whom  on  earth  beside  ? 
Where  else  for  succor  can  we  flee. 
Or  in  whose  strength  confide  ? 

2  Thou  art  our  portion  here  below. 

Our  promised  bliss  above; 
Ne'er  may  our  souls  an  object  know 
So  precious  as  thy  love. 

3  When  heart  and  flesh,  0  Lord,  shall  fail. 

Thou  wilt  our  spirits  cheer  ; 
Support  us  through  life's  thorny  vale. 
And  calm  each  anxious  fear. 

4  Yes — thou  shalt  be  our  guide  through  life. 

And  help  and  strength  supply; 
Sustain  us  in  death's  fearful  strife. 
And  welcome  us  on  high. 


654  [251]  L.  M.,  CennicTc. 

The  Highway  of  Holiness. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone — 
He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, — 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, — 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 


440       TRUSTING   IN    GIIAOE   AND   PROVIDENCB. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
JMy  grief  a  burden  long  has  been. 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  8in. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heai-d  my  Savior  say, — 
Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way. 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am: 
J^othing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

G  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
"What  a  dear  Savior  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say, — Behold  the  way  to  God. 

655  [253]  C.  M.  Watts. 

God  my  All-sufficient  Portion. 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love. 
My  everlasting  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

Q  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
And  tliis  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys. 
There's  nothing  like  ray  God. 

3  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friend^, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode: 
Thanks  to  thy  Name  for  meaner  things; 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'riug  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee ; 

Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health. 

Or  all  mv  friends  to  mo  ? 


TRUSTING    IN   GRACE    AKD    PROVIDENCE.       441 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  iJie  earth. 

And  call'd  the  stars  ray  own, 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arras  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace. 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

656  [255]  C.  M.  Anm. 

The  Lord  our  only  Trust. 

WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
(As  numbers  often  do,) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Savior  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?  " 

2  Ah,  Lord  !   with  such  a  heart  as  mine. 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast. 
My  faith  will  fail,  I  shall  decline. 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  'Tis  thou  alone  hast  pow'r  and  grace. 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me; 
To  whom  then  shall  I  turn  my  face, 
If  I  depart  from  thee. 

4  Beyond  a  doubt  I  rest  assur'd, 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God  ; 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secur'd. 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd. 

Could  never  reach  my  case  ! 

Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find. 

But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

6  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest. 

And  bid  my  fears  depart; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  sanctifv  mv  heai*t. 


442       TRUSTOTG   IN    GRACE   AND    PROVIDENCE. 


657  [338]  L,  M.  Steele. 
Peace  and  Hope  through  Christ's  Intercession. 

HE  lives !  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  noTV,  before  his  Father,  God, 
He  pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears; 
But  in  the  Savior's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  dark,  desparing  thoughts; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise; 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 

For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail, 

658  S.  M.  a  WeBley. 

Prayer  for  Christian  Graces. 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care. 
With  humble  confidence  look  up. 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer; 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait. 

Till  I  can  all  things  do. 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create. 
Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will. 
That  tramples  on  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill. 


TRUSTING    1\    GRACE    AXD    PROVIDKNCK.        443 

A  soul  inur'd  to  pain. 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain. 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  -want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye. 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly; 
A  spirit  still  prepar'd. 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care. 
Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unraov'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name; 
A  jealous  deep  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn, 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

659  L.  M.  6l.  Addison. 

Jehovah  the  Shepherd  of  his  People. 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 
And  feed  roe  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint. 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads. 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 


444       TRUSTING    IN    GUACE   AND    PUOTIDENCE. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread. 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill. 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still: 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid. 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way. 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray. 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile; 
The  Darren  wilderness  shall  smile. 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


660  0.  M.  Watts. 

Trusting  God  in  old  Age. 

MY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen, 

Repeated  every  year; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

3  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine. 
Whene'er  thy  servant  dies. 

4  Then,  in  the  history  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days. 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  evei*y  line  thy  praise. 


TBLbTI.N&   IN    GRACE    AND    PUOVIDENCE.      445 

661  C.  M.  Anon. 

Resignation. 

J  IS"  trouble  and  in  grief,  0  God, 
Thy  smile  hatli  cheered  my  way; 
And  jo}-  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

2  The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good 

Which  prosperous  days  refused; 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  entire, 
Spread  fragrance  when  they're  bruised. 

3  The  oak  strikes  deeper,  as  its  boughs. 

By  furious  blasts  are  driveii; 
So  life's  tempestuous  storms  the  more 
Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 

4  All-gracious  Lord,  whate'er  my  lot 

In  other  times  may  be, 
I'll  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief 
That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 

662  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Progress  of  ike  Spiritual  Temple, 

THE  God  of  grace  and  glory  calls, 
And  leads  the  wondrous  way 
To  his  own  palace,  where  he  reigns 
In  uncreated  day. 

2  Jesus,  the  Herald  of  his  love. 

Displays  the  glorious  prize. 
And  shows  the  purchase  of  his  blood 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

3  He  perfects  what  his  hand  begins. 

And  stone  on  stone  he  lays. 
Till  firm  and  fair  the  building  rise, 
A  temple  to  his  praise. 


446      TRUSTING    IN    GRACE    AND    PaOVlDENOE. 

4  The  8ong3  of  overlasting  years 
That  mercy  t-hall  attend, 
Which  leads,  through  sufferings  of  an  hour, 
To  joys  that  never  end. 

663  [257]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Security  in  God's  Covenant. 

MY  God,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  lore 
Abides  forever  sure; 
And  in  its  boundless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure, 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become — 
My  Savior,  my  almighty  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home; — 

3  I  -welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  thy  way,  great  God,  is  dark, 
I  wait  thy  light  above. 

4  Thy  cov'nant,  in  my  dying  hour. 

Shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 
And  when  I  wake,  shall  still  employ 
My  everlasting  song. 

^,64  [259]  C.  M.  T.  Green. 

Holy  Resignation. 

IT  is  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  light. 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine. 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

5  It  is  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  all 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease; 

And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 


nd  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 


TEUSTING  IX  GRACE  AND  PROVIDENCE.   447 

3  It  is  the  Lord,  ray  faithful  God, — 

Thrice  blessed  be  his  name, — 
Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood. 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 

4  And  can  ray  soul,  -with  hopes  like  these, 

Be  faithless  or  repine? 
No,  gracious  God  ;  take  what  thou  please 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 

665  [261]  C.   M.  Anon. 

God  Corrects  in  Love.     ~^ 

IN  thy  rebukes,  all-gracious  God, 
What  soft  compassion  reigns  ! 
What  gentle  accents  of  thy  voice 
Allay  thy  children's  pains  ! 

2  "  When  I  correct  my  chosen  sons, 

A  father's  bowels  move: 
One  transient  moment  bounds  my  wi'ath 
But  endless  is  my  love." 

3  Our  faith  shall  look  through  eveiy  tear, 

And  view  thy  smiling  face ; 
And  hope,  amid  our  sighs,  shall  tune 
An  anthera  to  thy  grace. 

4  Receive,  at  length,  my  weary  soul 

To  join  thy  saints  above; 
Then  shall  I  learn  a  song  of  praise, 
Eternal  as  thy  love. 

666  S.  M.  Watts. 
Reliance  on  God. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy — to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 


448      TRUSTING    l-\    GRACE    AND    PROVlLiENCE. 

2  For  life,  Trithout  thy  love, 

Wo  relish  can  afford; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, — 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

3  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

4  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies;  ' 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads. 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

667  [263]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Peace  of  Conscience. 

SWEET     peace    of    conscience,    heavenly 
guest, 
Come  fix  thv  mansion  in  my  breast. 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control. 
And.  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere. 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart. 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope,  and  peace  divine, 
0  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove. 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death,  with  all  his  terrors  near; 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 


TRUSTING  IN  GRACE  AND  PROVIDENCE.   449 

668  [258]  L.  M.  Boddndge. 
Living  to  Serve  the  Cause  of  Christ. 

MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  tby  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  ray  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, — 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  ? 
'Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see. 
And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  -would  not  sigh  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Savior  I  would  live, — 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died; 
Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 
Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  saving  love,  his  glorious  power. 

669  [260]  C.  M.  Hervey 

God  our  Wisdom. 

SINCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
O,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot. 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  I 

2  Good  when  he  gives, — supremely  good, — 
Nor  less  when  he  denies; 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 
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450      THrSTING    IN    GRACE   AND   PROVIDENCi:. 

3  "Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love. 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

670  [262]  C.  M.  Cowper. 

Submissive  Resignation. 

OLORD  !  my  best  desire  fulfill, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Whj^  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  mj-  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No  !  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee. 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

^hall  be  my  rich  supply; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
Let  wisdom  still  deny. 

671  [264]  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Lord's  Guardianship. 

HOW  gentle  God's  commands ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 


TRUSTING   IN   GRACE   AND   PROVIDENCE.      451 

2  His  bounly  will  provide; 

His  saints  securely  dwell; 
That  hand  which  bears  creation  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Oh,  seek  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  peace  and  comfort  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved. 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day; 
111  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 


672  [367]  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

The  Mercy-Seat. 

DEAR  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  for  shelter  flies: 
'Tis  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

if  thou,  my  God,  art  near; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 

^hy  constant  aid  impart; 
Oh  !  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word, 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 

4  Oh  !  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat; 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  f(?et. 


452   TRUSTING  IN  GRACE  AND  PROVIDENCE. 

673  lOs  &  lis.  Newton. 

The  Lord  will  Provide. 

THOUGH    troubles    assail,    and    daDgers 
affright; 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 

unite; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide; 
The  ScriiDture  assures  us,  the  Lord  ■will  pro- 
vide. 

3  The  birds  ■without  bam  or  store-house,  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread: 
His  saints  -what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied; 
So  long  as  'tis  ■written,  the  Lord  ■will  provide. 

3  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tossed 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost  ? 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  -wind  and  the  tide. 
The  promise  engages,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  ■we  obey,  like  Abram  of  old, 

Not  kno-wing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold ; 

For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good 
guide. 

And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path. 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith: 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has 

tried. 

This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will 
provide. 
G  He  tells  us  we  're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain ; 

The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain; 

But  when  such  suggestions  our  spirits  have 
plied, 

This  answers  all  questions,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 


TRUSTING    IN    GRACE    AND   PROVIDENCE.       453 

(7  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we  claim, 
'  Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Savior's  great 
j  name; 

!     In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide; 
i     The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

f8  "When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 

I      This    word   of    his    grace   shall  comfort   us 

;  through: 

j     No  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 

j  side, 

I     We  hope  to  die  shouting,  the  Lord  will  pro- 

'  vide. 

1674  L.  M.  TTatts. 

t  Security  in  God. 

HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God  ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
j  And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

f  S  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace; 
'      Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 
'  And  nils  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations,  shai-p  and  long. 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong. 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope 
in  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 
675  [309]  S.  M.  Anon. 

Religion  a  Support  in  Life. 
HEN  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears 
The  trembling  heart  invade. 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
A  universal  shade. 


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454       TRUSTING    IN    GKACK    AND    I'ROVIDENCE. 

2  Religion  can  assuage 

The  tempest  of  the  soul; 
And  every  fear  shall  lose  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 

3  Through  life's  bewildered  way. 

Her  hand  unerring  leads; 
And  o'er  the  path  her  heavenly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4  When  reason,  tired  and  blind, 

Sinks  helpless  and  afraid. 
Thou  blest  supporter  of  the  mind, 
How  powerful  is  thine  aid  ! 

5  0,  let  us  feel  thy  power. 

And  find  thy  sweet  relief. 
To  cheer  our  every  gloomy  hour, 
And  calm  our  every  grief. 

676  8s&7s.         ,  Bowring. 

Glorying  in  the  Cross. 

"N  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  aud  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measva-e, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 


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ruubxiNG  IN  liUACi:  ANu  ruuviutNCK-      155 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towcriiijo-  o'er  the  -wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  ligiit  of  sacred  stoiy 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

677  [^Q(^]  ^-  iM-  Watts. 

God  our  Shepherd. 

THE  Lord  luy  Shepherd  is  ; 
I  shall  be  well  supplied: 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  1  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray. 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  jne,  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dai'k  saade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  future  days; 

JS^or  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

678  [329]  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Salvation  by   Grace. 

ri  RACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound — 
VT  Harmonious  to  the  ear, 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
Ajid  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


456       TRUSTING   IN   GRACE   AND   PROVIDENOB. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
"Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 
And  new  supplies,  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  Well  deserves  the  praise. 


679  [366J  C.  M  Steele. 

Comfort  in  God. 

DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise. 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But,  0,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail. 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


TRUSTING   IN   GRACE   AND   TROVIDENCE.       457 

680  L.  M.  Anon. 
Mysteries  of  Providence. 

LORD,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways  ! 
How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our  praise  1 
Thy  steps  no  mortal  eyes  explore; 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Thy  purposes  from  creature  sight 
Are  hid  in  shades  of  awful  night; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
l^ot  angel  minds  presume  to  pry. 

8  Great  God  !  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
AVhat  in  futurity  shall  be; 
Let  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days. 
And  then  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

4  Are  darkness  and  distress  my  share  ? 
Give  me  to  trust  thy  guardian  care; 
Enough  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

5  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know. 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below; 

That  Christ  is  mine !  —  this  great  request. 
Grant,  bounteous  God,  and  I  am  blest. 

681  [345]  8s  &  7s.  Grant 

Leaving  all  to  follow  Christ. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be; 
Perish  eveiy  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 


45d       TRUSTING    IN    GUACE   AND   rilOVlDENCE. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  aud  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Savior  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue; 
Aud  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, — 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, — 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, — 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 
0  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee: 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee: 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee: 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  gloiy, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 


TRUSTING  IN  GRACE  AND  PROVIDENCE.   459 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

682  [393]  C.  M.  Anon. 

My  Life  is  Hid  with   Christ. 

REJOICE,  my  soul,  still  in  the  Lord; 
Who  makes  my  cause  his  own; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  my  road, 

And  feeble  is  my  arm. 
My  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  "Weak  as  I  am,  I  shall  not  faint, 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die! 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 
"Will  aid  me  from  on  high. 

4  Though  now  unseen  by  outward  sense. 

Faith  sees  him  always  near, 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defense; 
Then  what  have  I  to  fear  ? 


683  C.  M.  Anon. 

Casting  all  Care  on  God. 
TILL  on  the  Lord  thy  burden  roll, 
O   Nor  let  a  care  remain; 
His  mighty  arm  shall  bear  thy  soul, 
And  all  thy  griefs  sustain. 


S' 


Ne'er  will  the  Lord  his  aid  deny 
To  those  who  trust  his  love: 

Tlie  men,  who  on  his  grace  rely. 
Nor  earth  nor  hell  shall  move 


4bQ       TEUSTING    IN    GRACE    AND   PROVIDENCE. 

684  C.  M.  Watts. 
Saints  in  the  Hands  of  Christ. 

EIRM  as  the  eartli  tliy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  ray  hope,  my  trust: 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep; 
All,  whom  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  For  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 

His  favorites  from  his  breast; 
Within  the  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  forever  rest. 

685  C.  M.  Watts 
Security  in  Christ. 

OUR  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands, 
E'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
The  kingdom  of  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints  ? 

Christ  and  his  flock  are  one: 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints. 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  smile  my  heart  has  lived, 

And  heavenly  joy  possessed: 
I'll  render  thanks  for  grace  received. 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest 


TRUSTING   TS   QBACE   AND   PROVIDENCE.       461 

686  [342]  S.  M.  Wesley, 

The  Preciousness  of  Jesus. 

THOU  very-present  Aid 
In  suffering  and  distress ! 
The  mind,  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul,  by  faith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears; 
It  stills  the  dying  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross, 

It  sweetly  comforts  me; 
It  makes  me  now  forget  my  loss, 
And  lose  myself  in  thee. 

5  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly; 

Will  all  my  wishes  fill; 
What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

6  Stripped  of  my  earthly  friends, 

I  find  them  all  in  one: 
And  peace,  and  joy  which  never  ends. 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun. 

687  7  6s  &  1  8.  Wesley. 
Pleading  Salvation  by  Grace. 

LET  the  world  their  virtue  boast, 
Their  works  of  righteousness ; 
I,  a  wretch,  undone  and  lost, 
And  freelj^  saved  by  grace, 


462  PKOSPECTS   OF    HEAVEX. 

Other  title  I  disclaim; 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  plea, 
I  the  chief  of  sinuers  am. 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  Happy  they  whose  joys  abound. 

Like  Jordan's  swelling  stream. 
Who  their  heaven  in  Christ  have  found, 

And  give  the  praise  to  him  ! 
Meanest  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  steps  I  at  a  distance  see  ; 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 


PROSPECTS  OF  HEAVEN. 

688  [476]  C.  M.  Watts 

The  Heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Eternal  da^^  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-fading  tloM^ers: 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
That  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green: 

So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between, 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  trembling,  on  the  brink. 
And  iear  to  launch  away. 


PROSPECTS  OF   HEAVEN.  463 

w  0,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, — 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaau  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes, — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood. 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood,. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

689  [471]  L.  M.  Newton. 

The  Hope  of  Heaven. 

AS  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 
The  hight  of  sorne  commanding  hill — 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

2  So  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 

By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews. 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  The  hope  of  heaven  his  spirit  cheers; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  sorrows  past, 
Nor  any  future  conflict  fears. 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

4  0  Lord,  on  thee  our  hopes  we  stay, 

To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode: 
Assur'd  thy  love  will  far  o'erpay 
The  hardest  labors  of  the  road. 

690  p.  M.  Anon. 
Voyage  of  the  Soul. 

¥HEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer. 
When  seas  are  calm,  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise. 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise; 

The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings. 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 
Vain  world,  adieu  ! 


4G4  pnosPECTs  of  eteaven. 

2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore — 
The  tree  of  life,  the  pastures  green. 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream; 

Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
I'm  going  home. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land. 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand; 
With  steady  helm,  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail; 

Again  for  joy  she  folds  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
I'm  safe  at  home. 

4  N'ow,  safely  moored,  no  storm  I  fear. 
My  God,  my  Christ,  my  heaven  is  here: 
And  all  the  joys  of  Paradise 

In  holiness  and  beauty  rise, — 

'Tis  now  the  soul,  with  folded  wing, 
Her  thrilling  not^s  of  joy  shall  sing: 
Glory  to  God ! 

691   [127]  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Heaven,  the  Pilgrim's  Home. 

WHILE  thro'  this  changing  world  we  roam 
From  infancy  to  age. 
Heaven  is  the  christian  pilgrim's  home, 
His  rest  at  every  stage. 

5  Thither,  his  raptured  thought  ascends. 

Eternal  joys  to  share; 
There  his  adoring  spirit  bends. 
While  here  he  kneels  in  prayer. 

3  From  earth  his  freed  affections  rise. 
To  fix  on  things  above. 
Where  all  his  hope  of  glory  lies, — 
Where  all  is  perfect  love. 


PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  465 

4  There  too  may  we  our  treasure  place, 

There  let  our  hearts  be  found; 
That  still,  where  sin  abounded,  grace 
May  more  and  more  abound. 

5  Henceforth,  our  conversation  be, 

With  Christ  before  the  throne; 

Ere  long  we,  eye  to  eye  shall  see, 

And  know  as  we  ai"e  known. 

692     [472]  C.  P.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

The  Happy  Pilgrim. 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ! 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought. 
From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ] 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design. 

From  every  creature  love  I 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good. 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  Those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen; 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  meao 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  I  have  no  babes  to  hold  me  here; 
But  children  more  securely  dear 

For  mine  I  humbly  claim: 
Better  than  daughters  or  than  sons, 
Temples  divine,  of  living  stones. 

Inscribed  with  Jesus'  name. 
30 


466  TROSPECTS  OF   HEAVEN. 

5  No  foot  of  land  do  I  possess, 
No  cottage  in  this  wilderness; 

A  poor  way-faring  man, 
I  lodge  awhile  in  tents  below, 
Or  gladly  wander  to  and  fro, 

Till  I  ray  Canaan  gain. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own; 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight. 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

7  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 

And  my  abiding  home; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay. 
And  angels  beckon  me  away. 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come ! 

8  I  come,  thy  servant.  Lord,  replies; 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end; 
Now,  0  my  Savior,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast. 

693  [474]  C.  M.  Stennett. 

Heaven  in  Prospect. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land. 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  iu  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 


PROSPECTS  OF   HEAVEN.  467 

3  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vale 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  for  ever  reigns 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  E"o  chilling  winds  nor  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  Wlien  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
"When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul^ 

Would  here  no  longer  stay; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  There,  on  those  high  and  flowery  plains. 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire. 
But  in  perpetual,  joyful  strains 
Kedeeming  love  admire. 

694  [478]  L.  M.  Steele. 

The  Rapture  of  God's  Smiles. 

OH,  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray. 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains. 
From  the  bright  realms,  of  endless  day, — 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns. 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne. 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall: 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 
His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all. 


468  pRosmcTs  of  heaven. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head. 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise. 
And  love,  and  joj,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze: 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir; 
Oh  !  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  failh  and  warm  desire. 

6  Dear  Savior !  let  thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place; 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  vail. 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

b95    [481]  C.  M.  W.  B.  Tappan, 

The  Peace  and  Repose  of  Heaven. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 
For  those  with  cares  oppressed, 
When  sighs  and  sorrowing  tears  shall  cease, 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 

2  *Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 
And  doubts  which  here  annoy; 
Then  thej'^  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

3-  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose. 
Where  storms  assail  no  more; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

4  There  purity  with  love  appears, 
And  bliss  without  alloy; 
There  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 


PROSPECTS    OF   HEAVF.N.  469 

696  [475]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Canaan's  Happy  Shore. 

SWEET  rivers  of  rcdeeraing  love, 
Lie  just  before  mine  eye: 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  to  those  rivers  ^y. 

2  I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

"With  joy  outstrip  the  wind; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 
And  leave  the  world  behincl. 

3  I  view  the  monster  death,  and  smile — 

I^ow  he  has  lost  his  sting; 
Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 
I  still  the  triumph  sing. 

4  I  hold  my  Savior  in  my  arms. 

And  will  not  let  him  go — 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 
"No  other  good  I'll  know. 

5  A  few  more  days  or  years  at  most 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er; 
I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

697  [479]  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Rest  for  the  Soul. 

OH  !  where  shall  rest  be  found, — 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 


470  PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 

There  is  a  life  above, 
(Jnmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  -whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 

Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun; 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face; 
And  evermore  undone. 

698  [480]        C.  M.    Peculiar.  Tappan. 

Hour  of  Rest. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
here  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 

'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even; 
A  couch  for  weaiy  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 

And  find  repose — in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — ^but  heaven. 

4  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 


PROSPECTS  OF   HEAVEN.  471 

There,  fragranc  flowers  iramortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given: 
There,  joys  divine  disperse  the  gloom — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


699  [482]  8s  &  6s.  Knowles. 

Things  Temporal  and  Eternal. 

OH  !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade. 
Like  evening  lights  away, 
For  hopes,  that,  like  the  stars  decayed. 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start. 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart, 
Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

2  Oh !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonely  grave. 
As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart. 

And  mournful  days  be  given. 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heai-t. 

When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 


700  [484]  C.  M.  a  Wesley. 

One  Church 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above. 
Who  have  obtained  the  prize. 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 


472  PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN. 

2  Let  sainte  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
lu  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  -we  dwell  in  him; 

One  church  above,  beneath; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 
The  narrow  stream — of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  E'en  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come. 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  0  Savior,  be  our  constant  Guide; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given. 
Bid  Jordan's  naiTow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

701  [486]  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Society  of  Heaven. 

JERUSALEM  !  my  glorious  home  ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  I 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  wall? 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bnlwai-ks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  0,  when,  thou  city  of  ray  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 


PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  473 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom. 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  foel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
■  And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyi-s,  prophets,  there. 

Around  my  Savior  stand; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

702  [483]  C.  M.  Anon 

Longing  for  the  Heavenly   World. 
OW  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  vaQ  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

2  Oh  !  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 

On  strong,  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Savior  and  my  King  ! 

3  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feetj 

And  there — divine  employ — 
Thy  love  triumphant  they  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day. 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place: 
Who  would  not  leave  this  house  of  day,'; 
And  fly  to  thine  embrace  ? 


ff 


474  PROSPECTS   OF    HEAVEN'. 

703  [488J  C.  M.  Watts. 

Holiness  of  Heaven. 
TVrOR  eye  hatli  seen,  nor  ear  liath  heard, 
jM    Nor  sense  nor  reason  known. 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Sou. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace: 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame; 
And  none  shall  gain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

704  C.  M.  Moore. 
Heaven  Desired. 

THE  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 
Returning  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies. 
Where  idler  warblers  roam; 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light. 

Above  all  low  delay. 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  liter  way, 

3  So  grant  me.  Lord,  from  every  snare 

Of  sinful  passion  free. 
Aloft,  through  faith's  serener  air, 
To  urge  my  course  to  theo; — 


TRORPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  475 

4  I^o  sin  to  clotid,  no  lure  to  stay, 
My  soul,  as  home  slie  springs. 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  on  her  wings. 


705  [491]  8s<fe6s.  Anon. 

The  Poverty  of  Earth. 

THIS  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore 
And  like  a  baseless  vision, 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore. 
Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor; — 
There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Empires  decay  and  nations  die. 

Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given; 
The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie. 
Death  reigns  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky; — 

There's  nothing  sure  but  heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 

Shall  be  to  atoms  riven, — 
The  skies  consume,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball; — 

There 's  nothing  film  but  heaven. 

4  A  stranger,  lonely  here  I  roam, 

From  place  to  place  am  driven; 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  all  a  dismal  tomb; — 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

5  The  clouds  disperse — the  light  appears. 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven. 
Triumphant  grace  hath  quelled  my  fears; 
Roll  on,  thou  sun  I  fly  swift,  my  years  1 

I'm  on  my  way  to  heaven. 


476  PEOSFECTS  OF   HEAVEW. 

706  [493]  C.  M.  Warn 

Heavenly  Aspirations. 

EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long 
'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blessed  Man,  my  Savior  sits; 

The  God  !  how  bright  He  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains. 

Circle  the  throne  around; 
And  move  and  charm  the  stany  plains. 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 

Jesus  my  love  they  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys. 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song. 

And  be  an  angel,  too; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, — 
Here 's  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise; 
0  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 

7  There  ye  that  love  my  Savior  sit. 

There  I  would  fain  have  place. 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet. 
So  I  might  see  His  face. 


PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  477 

707  [494]  C.  M.  Watts. 
The  Christian  Longing  for  Heaven. 

FATHER,  I  long,  I  fainl  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode: 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God. 

2  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

3  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen. 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in. 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

4  The  more  thy  glories  strike  my  eyes. 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie; 
Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high. 

708  [492]  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

Life  a  Vapor. 

WHAT  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor; 
Soon  it  vanishes  away: 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper; 

0  my  soul  !  why  wish  to  stay? 
"Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly. 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ? 

2  See  that  gloiy  how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns — the  King  of  saints: — 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 


478  PROSPECTS   OF    UEAVEN. 

3  Joyful  cro-wds,  his  throne  suiTounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding 

Filling  all  the  courts  above  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4  Go,  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

'Mid  the  ransomed  cro^wd  appear; — 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story. 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear: 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 

Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

709  p.  M.  Anon. 

A  Glance  into  the  Third  Heaven. 

BURST,  ye  em'rald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vision. 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian: 
liO  1  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies: 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise. 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise  ! 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  him; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him: 
Trumps  angelic  sound  his  fame; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name. 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme ! 

3  Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  pnncely  station. 
Shout  his  glorious  victories. 
Sing  the  "  Great  Salvation  1" 


PROSPECTS   OF  HEAVEN.  479 

Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  alone. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  one  I" 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 
Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays: 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus  I" 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song ! 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue  ! 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung  ! 
Jesus — Jesus,  flow  along ! 

710  [495]  lis.  Muhlenburgh. 

I  would  not  Live  Alway. 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
"Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
way;  m 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  joys,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not'livo  alway;  no— welcome  the 

tomb 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom: 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise. 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies.. 

9  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 
God- 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode. 
Where  rivers^of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren    transported    to 
greet; 


45U  PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN. 

While  anthems  of  rapture  uuceasiugly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 
soul. 

711  [307]  L.  M.  ircsley. 

The   Heavenly  Zion. 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake, 
Thine  own  immortal  strength  put  on; 
With  terror  clothed,  hell's  kingdom  shake. 
And  cast  thy  foes  with  fury  down. 

2  As  in  the  ancient  days  appear;  * 

The  sacred  annals  speak  thy  fame 
Bo  now  omnipotently  near. 
To  endless  ages  still  the  same. 

3  Thy  arm.  Lord,  is  not  shortened  now, 

It  wants  not  now  the  power  to  save; 
Still  present  with  thy  people,  thou 
Bear'st  them  through  life's  disparted  wave. 

4  By  death  and  hell  pursued  in  vain, 

To  thee  the  ransomed  seed  shall  come; 
Shou-ting,  their  heavenly  Zion  gain. 
And  pass  through  death,  triumphant,  home. 

5  The  pain  of  life  shall  there  be  o'er, 

The  anguish  and  distracting  care; 
There  sighing  grief  shall  weep  no  more, 
And  sin  shall  never  enter  there. 

6  Where  pure,  essential  ioy  is  found. 

The  Lord's  redeemed  their  heads  shall  raise. 
With  everlasting  gladness  crowned. 
And  filled  with  love,  and  lost  in  praise. 

712  C.  M.  Sutton. 
Separated,  hut  United;  or,  the  Christian's  Hope. 

HAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  heaits  in  one; 
Hail,  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 


rRC«rECT!S   OF   HEAVKN.  481 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

"Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven; 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  "What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  our  cot; 
"What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot; 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope, 

"Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given, — 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

"We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven;  &c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain. 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

"We  hope  to  meet  again; 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

"Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  <fec. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh. 

Our  future  meeting  knows; 
Tiiere  friendship  beams  from  every  eye. 

And  love  immortal  glows. 
0  sacred  hope  !  O  blissful  hope  ! 

"Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  <fec. 

713  p.  M.  Anon. 

The  Father's  Land 

THERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are 
stayed 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there; 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 
3] 


482         PROSPECTS  OF  HEAVEN. 
CHORUS. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land. 
By  faith  its  delights  I'explore: 

Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band. 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode — 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell. 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 
That  blissful  place,  <fec. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 

"Who  suffered  and  worshiped  with  me; 
Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne. 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 
That  blissful  place,  <fec. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er; 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give. 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 
That  blissful  place,  &c. 

714  S.  M.  Mrs.  Dana. 

O  Sing  to  Me  of  Heaven. 

OSl'NG  to  me  of  heaven  , 

"When  I  am  call'd  to  die  ! 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high  ! 

2  "When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Roll  off  my  marble  brow. 
Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness 
Let  heaven  begin,  below  1 

3  "When  the  last  moment  comes, 

O  watch  my  dying  face 
And  catch  the  bright,  seraphic  gleam, 
"Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 


PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  4B3 

4  Then,  to  my  ravish 'd  ears, 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given — 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes. 

And  lay  me  down  to  rest. 
And  clasp  m^  pale  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

6  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 

Assemble  those  I  love. 
And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above. 

715  [496]  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Martyrs   Glorified. 

i  4  rpHESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 
i    shine, 

"Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ?  " 

2  Lo  !  these  are  they  from  suiferings  great 

Who  came  to  realms  of  light. 
And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  washed 
These  robes,  which  shine  so  bright. 

3  Now  with  triumphal  palms  they  stand 

Before  the  throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love,  amidst 
The  glories  of  the  sky. 

4  His  presence  fills  each  heart  with  joy. 

Tunes  every  lip  to  sing; 
By  day,  by  nigbt,  the  sacred  courts 
"With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

5  Their  thirst  and  hunger  ever  flee; 

Theii-  joys  forever  last; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 


484  PROsrKCTs  of  heaven. 

6  The  Lainb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 
"Where  living  fountains  rise; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

716  [498]  8s.  Cowper 

Love  to  the  Absent  Savior. 

TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope. 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone; 
Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim  !  up. 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Savior  !  whom  absent  I  love; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  gloiy,  dominion,  and  power ;  — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds,  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee; 
Ah  1  strike  off  this  adamant-chain. 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins. 

Arrayed  in  thy  glories  I'll  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 

717  10s.  Anon. 
Going  Home  Joyfully. 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully  onward  I  move, 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above; 
Angelic  choristers,  sing  as  I  come — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home  ! 
Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I  go; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam: 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 


PROSPECTS   OF    HEAVEN.  485 

2  Friends,  fondly  clierished,  have  passed  on 

before ; 
Waiting,   tliey  watch  me   approaching    the 

shore ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  thro'  death's  chilling 

gloom: 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home.. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome. 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors  !  I  fear  not  the  blow; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  ! 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

Bright  will"  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  scepter  be  gone; 
Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

718  [497]  9s(fe6s.  Wesley. 

Come  Away  to  the  Skies. 

COME  away  to  the  skies — 
My  beloved  !  arise. 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  bom; 
On  this  festival  day. 
Come  exulting  away, 
And,  with  singing,  to  Zion  return. 

3  We  have  laid  up  our  love. 

With  our  treasure,  above. 
Though  our  bodies  continue  below; 

The  redeemed  of  the  Lord — 

We  remember  his  word, 
And,  with  singing,  to  Paradise  go. 

3  For  thy  glory  we  were 

First  created,  to  share 


486  PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN. 

Both  thy  nature  and  kingdom  divine; 

Now  created  again. 

That  our  souls  may  remain, 
Both  in  time  and  eternity,  thine. 

4  With  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love, 

"Which  hath  joined  us  in  Christ's  precious 
name; 

So  uhited  in  heart 

That  we  never  can  part — 
We  shall  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

5  There,  Oh  !  there  at  his  feet, 
We  shall  joyfully  meet. 

And  be  parted,  in  body,  no  more; 

We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs. 
And  our  Savior,  in  glory,  adore. 


Hallelujah 


we  sinsr. 


To  our  Father  and  King, 
And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
"  Hallelujah  !  "  —  again  — 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet. 


719  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Heaven  above  the  Skies. 

YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell — 
With  all  your  feeble  light; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon. 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 
In  brightest  flames  arrayed, 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere 
I^o  more  demands  thine  aid. 


PROSPECTS  OF   HEAVEN.  487 

3  Ye  stai's  are  but  the  sLiuing  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  Godf. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  His  beams  display; 
'Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  ray  eyes; 
Nor  the  meridian  sua  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  His  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  ail  shall  view. 
With  infinite  delight. 

720  C.  M.  Anon, 

T%is  World  not  my  Rome. 

OH  1  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh. 
When  will  tjie  moment  come. 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by. 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 
Oh,  this  is  not  my  home. 
Oh,  this  is  not  my  home. 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  WOe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joy  on  earth  I  know, 

ISTo  peaceful,  sheltering  dome; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe. 
This  world  is  not  my  home,  <fec. 

3  In  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest. 

He  made  me  cease  to  roam. 
And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast. 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home,  <fec. 


488  PROSPECTS    OF    HEAVKX. 

4  I  could  at  once  have  quit  the  field. 

Where  foes  in  fury  roano; 
But  oh  !   my  passport  was  not  seal'd — 
I  could  not  j^et  go  home,  <fec. 

5  When  by  afflictions  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb, 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide. 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home,  (fee. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  quit  the  unhallow'd  ground. 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home,  <fcc. 

7  Our  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away. 

When  we  have  ceased  to  roam; 
And  we  shall  hear  our  Father  say, 
Come,  dwell  with  me  at  home,'<fec. 

8  The  toils  of  life  will  then  be  o'er, 

I'll  gain  a  peaceful  dome. 
And  shout  on  Canaan's  happy  shore, 
Witli  Jesus  safe  at  home,  &c. 

721  P.  M.  Anon. 

The  Sun-hright  Clime. 

HAVE  you  heard,  have  you  heard  of  that 
sun-bright  clime, 
Undim'd  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time; 
Where  age  hath  no  power  o'er  the  fadeless 

frame — 
Where  the  eye  is  fire,  and  the  heart  is  flame. 
Have  3-0U  heard  of  that  sun-bright  clime  t 

2  A  river  of  water  gushes  there, 

'Mid  flowers  of  beauty  strangel}^  fair. 
And  a  thousand  wings  are  hovering  o'er. 
The  dazz'ling  wave  and  the  golden  shortr, 
That  are  seen  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 


TROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  489 

3  Millions  of  fonns  all  cloth 'd  in  light, 

In  garments  of  beauty  clear  and  white — 
Thev  dwell  in  their  own  immortal  bowers, 
'Mid  fadeless  hues  of  countless  flowers, 
That  bloom  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

4  Ear  hath  not  heard,  and  eye  hath  not  seen, 
Their  swelling  songs  and  their   changeless 

sheen, 
Their  ensigns  are  waving,  their  banners  un- 

furl'd. 
O'er  jasper  walls  and  gates  of  pearl. 
That  are  fix'd  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

5  But  far,  far  away  is  that  sinless  clime, 
Undim'd  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time; 
Where  amid  all  things  that's  fair  is  given. 
The  home  of  the   just  —  and   its  name  is 

Heaven, 
The  name  of  that  sun-bright  clime. 


722  12s  &  lis.  Tillou. 

The  Eden  of  Love. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that 
await  me. 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest. 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall 
greet  me. 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the 
blest; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded. 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  un- 
clouded, 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded. 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden 
of  Love. 


490  PROSPECTS   OF    HEAVEN. 

2  While  angelic    legions,  with    harps    tuned 

celestial, 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise. 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions 
ten-estrial. 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise: 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 

heaven. 
My  soul  will  respond.    To    Immanuel    be 

given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion. 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden 
of  Love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state !  hail,  ye  songsters 

of  glory  ! 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you 
above ! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the 
story, 
"  Salvation  from   sorrow,  through  Jesus* 
love ! " 
Though  prison'd  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation, 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  pro- 
bation; 
My  heart's  now  in  Heaven,  the  Eden  of 
Love. 
723  8s.  jx.non. 

The  Reality  better  than  the  Prospect. 

WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest. 
That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 
2  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold. 

And  its  walls  decked  with  jewels  most 
rare; 
Of  its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  I 


rEOSPECTS   OF    HEAVEN,  491 

3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care; 
From  trials  ^vitllout  and  witliin; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

4  "We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

Of  tlie  robes  which  the  glorified  wear; 
Of  the  church  of  the  first-born  above; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  I 

5  Then  let  us,  'midst  pleasure  and  woe. 

Still  for  heaven  our  spirits  prepare, 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know. 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there  ! 


724  9,  10,  9,  10.  Hunter. 

A  Home  in  Heaven. 

A  HOME  in  heav'n  !  what  a  joyful  thought. 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot ! 
His  heart  opprest,  and  with  anguish  driven 
From  his  home  below  to  his  home  in  heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heav'n  !  as  the  suflferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given, 
With  the  blessed  tho't  of  his  home  in  heav'n. 

3  A  home  rn  heav'n  when  our  pleasures  fade. 
And  our  wealth  and  our  fame  in  the  dust  are 

laid. 
And  strength  decays  and  our  health  is  riven. 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heav'n. 

4  A  home  in  heav'n  I    when  the  faint  heart 

bleeds. 
By  the  Spirit's  strokes  for  its  evil  deeds; 
On  !  then  what  bliss  in  that  heart  forgiven. 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heav'n. 


492  PROSPECTS  OF   HEAVEN. 

5  A  home  in  heav'n  !   when  our  friends  are  flea 
To  the   cheerless   gloom   of  the   mould'ring 

dead, 
We  wait  in  hope  of  the  promise  given: 
We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heav'n. 

6  A  home  in  heaven  when  the  wheel  is  broke, 
And  the  golden  bowl  by  the  terror  stroke; 
When  life's  bright  sun  sinks  in  death's  dark 

even, 
We  will  then  fly  up  to  our  home  in  heav'n. 

7  Our  home  in  heav'n  !     Oh  the  glorious  home. 
And  the  Spirit  joined  with  the  Bride,  says 

come: 
Come,  seek  his  face  and  your  sins  forgiv'n. 
And  rejoice  in   the  hope  of  your  home  in 

heav'n. 

725  [566]  P.  M.  Anon. 

Sweet  Home. 

?"M"ID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
ITL  plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  my  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,  at  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 
peace. 

And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  can- 
not cease, 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I 
roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 


PROSPECTS   OF   HEAVEN.  493 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  witn 

thee: 
Though   now   my   temptations  like  billows 

may  foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when  I'm  with  thee 

at  home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as   my 

day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come. 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  0  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy 

throne. 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to    praise  thee,    at 

home. 


726  1346]  C.  M.  Watts. 

This  Life  a  Pilgriviage. 

LORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply — 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
No  streams  of  living  joy  ! 

2  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze; 
But  we  march  upward  still. 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  press  to  Zion's  hill. 


,^ 


494  PROSPECTS    OF   HEAVEN. 

3  There,  on  a  greon  and  flo\very  mount. 

Our  -tt-eary  souls  shall  sit, 
And  "with  transporting  joy  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

4  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 

Whose  hand  conducts  us  through; 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

727  [369]  L.  M.  Bowen. 

Heavenly  Bliss  in  Prospect. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  on  •wings  sublime, 
Above  the  vanities  of  time; 
Let  faith  now  pierce  the  vail,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Bom  by  a  new,  celestial  birth. 
Why  should  I  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  me  on  the  road, — 
The  narrow  road  that  leads  to  God  ? 
Or  can  I  love  this  eai-th  so  well. 

As  not  to  long  with  God  to  dwell  ? 

4  To  dwell  with  God — to  taste  His  love. 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above; 
The  glorious  expectation  now 

Is  heavenly  bliss  begun  below. 


728  [372]  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele, 

Joys  Above  Anticipated. 

0  COULD  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades. 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky. 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 


I'ROSPECTS   OK   DEAVEX.  495 

9  There  joys,  iinsoeu  by  mortal  eyes. 
Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  liglit  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  Thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing. 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures  spring. 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


729    [563]  lis.  Anon. 

Sweet  Home. 

AN  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wander'd  through  earth,  its  gay  pleas- 
ures to  trace, 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 


Home  !    home  !   sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

O,  Jesus !    conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home  ! 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  giv'n, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heav'n. 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms; 
The  Savior  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms ! 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 
O  there  may  I  feast  with" his  children  at  home ! 

4  Farewell,  vain  amusements  1  my  follies,  adieu  I 
"While  Jesus  and  heaven,  ana  glory  I  view; 


496  CHURCH    DEDICATION. 

I  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his 

throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven  my 

home. 

5  The  daj^s  of  my  exile  are  passing  away; 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne. 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 

G  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
There   loud    hallelujahs    fill    heaven's  high 

dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior  forever  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

They  dwell  with  the  Savior  forever  at  home. 


chuejch  dedication. 

730  [438]  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Opening  House  of  Worship. 

HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 
"We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee; 
Oh  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode. 
And  guard  it  long  from  eiTor  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live. 
Hear  thou  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place. 
And  when  thou  hearest.  Lord,  forgive. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Sou, 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name. 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 


CHURCH    DEDICATION.  497 

4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 

Hosanna  to  their  heavenly  King, 
Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna !  let  the  angels  sing. 

5  But  -will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  Thy  gloiy  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

731  [441]  4  6s  &  2  8s.  Francis. 

Invoking  God's  Presence  and  Blessing. 

n  REAT  King  of  glory,  come, 

vT  And  with  thy  favor  crown 

This  temple  as  thy  home, — 
This  people  as  thine  own: 
Beneath  this  roof,  0  deign  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

2  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries. 
And  grateful  praise  ascend. 

Like  incense,  to  the  skies: 
Here  may  thy  soul-converting  word 
With  faith  be  preach'd,  in  faith  be  heard , 

3  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine,  like  polish'd  stones. 
Through  long  succeeding  days: 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
WTiilo  temples  stand  and  men  adore. 
32 


498  CHURCH    DEDICATION. 

4       Here  may  the  list'ning  throng 
Receive  thy  truth  in  love: 
Here  Christians  join  the  song 
Of  the  redeem'd  above; 
Till  all,  who  humbly  seek  thy  face. 
Rejoice  in  thy  abounding  grace. 

732  L.  M.  WUUs. 

The  Temple  of  Nature. 

THE  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod. 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone; 
He  spake,  and,  lo !  the  work  was  done. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high. 
The  broad  expanse  of  azure  sk}-; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And'curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood. 
The  sea,  the  sky;  and  all  was  good  ; 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rung, 
The  morning  stars  together  sung. 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea. 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands. 
An  humble  temple,  built  with  hands. 

733  [439]  7s.  Montgomery. 
.    House  for  Prayer  and  Praise. 

LORD  of  hosts  !  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise: 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  praj^er, 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread: 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest. 
Ma"  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 


CHURCH    DEDICATION.  499 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land: 
Here  reveal  th}^  mercy  sure, 
"While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  I — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply: 
Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

734  [440]  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
Will  God  Dwell  in  Earthly  Temples  ? 

AND  Avill  the  great  eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne. 
Accept  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise; 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise: 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends. 
To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 

i  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

735  [442J  C.  M.  Dohell 

A  Blessing  Sought, 

(1  RE  AT  Sovereign  of  the  earth  and  sky, 
T  And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Dcfore  thy  glorious  majesty 
T«-n  thousand  seraphs  bow. 


500  CHURCH   DEDICATION. 

2  Yet  thou  art  not  confined  above; 

Thy  presence  knows  no  bound; 
Where'er  thy  praying  people  meet. 
There  thou  art  always  found. 

3  Behold  a  temple  raised  for  thee; 

O,  meet  thy  people  here; 
Here,  O  thou  King  of  saints,  reside. 
And  in  thy  church  appear. 

4  Within  these  walls  lot  holy  peace. 

And  love,  and  concord,  dwell; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease. 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  Here  may  salvation  be  proclaimed 

By  thy  most  precious  blood; 
Let  sinners  know  the  joyful  sound, 
And  own  their  Savior,  God. 

736  C.  M.  J.  R.  ScoU. 

Divine  Blessing  Solicited. 

TO  thee  this  temple  we  devote, 
Our  Father  and  our  God; 
Accept  it  thine,  and  seal  it  now 
Thy  Spirit's  blest  abode. 

2  Here  may  the  prayer  of  faith  ascend, 

The  voice  of  praise  arise; 
O,  may  each  lowlj'  service  prove 
Accepted  sacrifice. 

3  Here  may  the  sinner  learn  his  guilt. 

And  weep  before  his  Lord; 
Here,  pardoned,  sing  a  Savior's  love, 
And  here  his  vows  record. 

4  Here  may  affliction  dry  the  tear. 

And  learn  to  trust  in  God, 
Convinced  it  is  a  Father  smites, 
And  love  that  guides  the  rod. 


CHURCH    DEDICATION.  501 

Peace  be  within  these  sacred  walls; 

Prosperity  be  here; 
Long  smile  upon  thy  people,  Lord, 

And  evermore  be  near. 


737  C.  M.  Newton. 

Divine  Acceptance  Invoked. 

GREAT  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  here 
Thy  presence  now  display; 
As  Thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prajer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Show  us  some  token  of  Thy  love. 

Our  feeble  hope  to  raise; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace. 

And  love  and  concord  dwell; 
Here  give  tho  troubled  conscience  ease. 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  The  hearing  ear,  the  watchful  eye, 

The  contrite  heart  bestow : 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  Thy  word. 

In  faith  address  our  prayers; 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  grace  divine. 
Awaken  many  sinners  round. 
And  bend  their  wills  to  Thine. 


502 


REVIVALS. 

738  [217]  S.  M.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival. 

EEVIVE  thy  ^vork,  0  Lord, 
And  send  salvation  down; 
Let  the  sharp  aiTows  of  thy  word 
Transpierce  the  hearts  of  stone. 

2  Ride  in  thy  prosp'rous  car. 

Regain  th}^  people  lost; 
Let  thy  right  hand  conduct  tlie  war. 
Let  vict'ry  crown  thy  host. 

3  Thy  fainting  saints  revive; 

Awaken  them  that  sleep; 
Make  the  dry  bones  arise  and  live, 
And  comfort  all  that  weep. 

4  Come,  0  ye  winds  of  heaven. 

Breathe  o'er  this  vale  of  death; 

May  the  good  spirit,  richly  given, 

Fill  all  with  praying  breath. 

739  H.  M.  Toplady. 
The  Jubilee  Proclaimed. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow. 
The  gladly-solemn  sound; 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood. 

Through  all  the  lauds,  proclaim 


KLVlVAl-fe.  r)03 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  yc  ransomed  feiunert;,  home. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  bell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  cornc; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  heai-. 

The  news  of  pai-doniug  grace: 
Ye  hap])y  souls,  draw  near; 

Behold  your  Savior's  face: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

740  L-  M.  Doddridge. 

Panting  for  Refreshing  Grace. 

BLESS'D  Jesus,  Source  of  grace  divine. 
What  soul-refreshing  streams  are  thine  ! 
0  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 
Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die. 

2  No  traveler  through  desert  lands, 
'Midst  scorching  suns  and  burning  sands. 
More  eager  longs  for  cooling  rain, 

Or  pants  the  current  to  obtain. 

3  Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing, 
Spring  up,  celestial  Fountain,  spring  ! 
To  a  redundant  river  flow. 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below. 


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504  KEVIVALS. 

4  May  this  bless'd  torrent  near  ray  side 
Through  all  the  desert  gently  glide: 
Then  in  Iramanuel's  land  above 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love. 

741  8s,  7s  &  4.  Newton. 

Prayer  for  a  Revival. 
SAVIOR,  visit  thy  plantation; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain; 
All  will  come  to  desolation. 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished; 

Every  part  looked  gay  and  green; 
All  its  plants  by  thee  were  nourished; 

Then  how  cheering  was  the  scene ! 
Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high. 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance. 

Every  plant  should  droOp  and  die. 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

4  Dearest  Savior,  hasten  hither; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again; 
O,  permit  them  not  to  wither; 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

5  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent; 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Let  each  one,  esteemed  thy  servant. 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


REVIVALS.  505 

6  Break  tba  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
Lord,  revive  us  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

742  0.  M.  Anon. 

Revival  Prayed  For. 

RETIRE,  vain  world,  awhile  retire. 
And  leave  us  with  the  Lord; 
Thy  gifts  ne'er  fill  one  just  desire, 
ISoT  lasting  bliss  afford. 

2  Blest  Jesus,  come  tliou  gently  down. 
And  fill  this  hallowed  place; 

0  make  thy  glorious  goings  known. 
Diffuse  around  thy  grace, 

3  Shine,  dearest  Lord,  from  realms  of  day. 
Disperse  the  gloom  of  night; 

Chase  all  our  clouds  and  doubts  away. 
And  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

4  Behold,  and  pity  from  above. 
Our  cold  and  languid  frame; 

0  shed  abroad  thy  quickening  love. 
And  we  '11  adore  thy  name. 

5  All  glorious  Savior,  Source  of  grace. 
To  thee  we  raise  our  ciy; 

Unveil  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 
To  every  waiting  eye. 

6  Revive,  0  God,  desponding  saints. 
Who  languish,  droop  and  sigh; 

Refresh  the  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
Fill  mourning  hearts  with  joy. 


506  REVIVALS. 

7  Make  known  Ihypower,  victorious  King, 
Subdue  each  stubborn  will; 
Then  sovereign  grace  we  '11  join  to  sing. 
On  Zion's  sacred  hill. 

743  7s.  '    Anon. 

Refreshing  Seasons. 

FOUNT  of  everlasting  love, 
Ricli  tliy  streams  of  mercy  are, 
Flowing  purely  from  above, 

Beauty  marks  their  course  afar; 
Lo  !  thy  church,  thy  garden  now 

Blooms  beneath  the  heavenly  shower: 
Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow, 

Mild  yet  miglity  is  thy  power. 
2  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring: 
Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone: 

Loude>st  praise  to  thee  we  sipg. 
Hear,  0  hear,  our  grateful  song, 

Let  thy  Spirit  still  descend. 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

"Widening,  deepening,  to  the  end, 

744  [57]  12s.  Thursby. 

The  Voice  of  Free  Grace. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  Escape  to 
the  mountain: 
For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a 

fountain; 
For  sin  and  imcleanness — ^for  every  trans- 
gression. 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  sal- 
vation." 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  Drought  us 

a  pardon; 
We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over 

Jordan. 


REVIVALS.  507 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Savior  re- 

pair, 

Now  he  calls  you  in  mere}' — and  cau  you  for- 
bear? 

Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a 
mountain. 

His  blood  can  remove  them — it  flows  from 
the  fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our   King,  reigns  triumphantly 

glorious; 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  vic- 
torious; 

"With  shouting  proclaim  it — oh  trust  in  his 
passion. 

He  saves  us  most  freely — oh  precious  salva- 
tion! 

4  Our  Jesus's  name  now  proclaim  all  victorious. 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glori 

ous: 

To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  congrega- 
tion. 

And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

5  "With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the 

shore; 
"With  hai-ps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him 

the  more; 
"We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of 

the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever 

745  L.  M.  Beddome. 

Inconstancy. 

THE  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind 
Both  represent  th'  unstable  mind: 
The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew. 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 


508  REVIVALS. 

2  But  cloud  and  wind,  and  dew  and  star, 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblems  are; 
Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 

So  fickle  and  so  false  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk,  and  inward  frame, 
Scarce  through  a  single  hour  the  same, 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And  then  these  very  vows  repeat. 

4  "We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return — 

Are  hot,  are  cold,  now  freeze,  now  burn — 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel — 
We  soar  to  heaven,  then  sink  to  hell. 

5  With  flowing  tears.  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly  and  unsteadfastness: 
When  shall  these  hearts  more  fixed  be, 
Fix'd  by  thy  grace,  and  fix'd  for  thee  ? 

746  4  lines  8s.  Anon. 
Zion's  Increase  Prayed  For. 

T)  EYIVE  thy  churches,  Lord,  with  grace, 
JX  Forgive  our  sins  and  grant  us  peace; 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame; 
Kindle  our  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

'2  May  young  and  old  th}^  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  tliy  voice  and  live, 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find. 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

747  H.  M.  Doddridge. 
Zion's   Prosperity. 

ZION",  tune  thy  voice, 
xVnd  raise  thy  hands  on  high; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys. 
And  boast  salvation  nigh; 
Cheerful  in  God,         I      While  rays  divine 


0 


Arise  and  shine,  Stream  far  abroad. 


509 


2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head; 
The  nations  round      I      With  lustre  new 
Thy  form  shall  view,  |      Divinely  crowned. 

3  In  honor  to  his  name, 

Eeflect  that  sacred  light, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright. 
Pursue  his  praise,  I  In  worlds  above 
Till  sovereign  love     |      The  glory  raise. 

4  There,  on  his  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  ri&e, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies; 

While,  round  his  throne,!     In  nobler  spheres, 
Ten  thousand  stars        j     His  influence  own. 


748  7s  (fe  6s.  Anon. 

Mourners  Comforted. 

DROOPING  souls,  no  longer  grieve. 
Heaven  is  propitious: 
If  on  Jesus  you  believe. 

You  will  iind  him  precious. 
See  he  now  is  passing  by. 

Calling  mourners  to  him: 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die — 

Now  look  up  and  view  him.  ^. 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 
Drooping  Souls  to  gladden : 
Still  he  cries,  "  Come  unto  me, 
Weary,  heavy  laden." 


510 


Thougli  your  sins  like  mountains  high 
Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven. 

Soon  as  3'ou  on  him  rely, 
All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  is  the  Savior's  name. 

All  his  saints  adore  him: 
He  to  save  the  dying  came, — 

Prostrate  bow  before  him: 
"Wandering  sinners,  now  return: 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him: 
Jesus  calls  you:  cease  to  mourn: 

Worship  him:  receive  him. 

4  Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wound, 

0  the  wondrous  story: 
I  was  lost  but  now  I'm  found, 

Glory  !  glory  !  glory  ! 
Glory  to  my  Savior's  name. 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him: 
Mourners  you  may  do  the  same, 

Only  come  and  prove  him. 


749  L.  M.  Watts, 

Psalm,  Ixxxv.  6-8. 

Revival  Grace. 

REVIVE  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice: 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfill  thy  word, 
We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

2  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say: 

He'll  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace; 
But  let  them  run  no  moro  astray. 
Lest  his  returninsr  wrath  increase. 


511 


750  [348]  L.  M.  Newton. 

Hope  in  Times  of  Darkness. 

WHILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Savior  say, — 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ai'k  is  mine. 

2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face. 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  power; 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "  Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp, 

I've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer. 
The  winter-season  has  been  sharp. 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord  !  I  obey, — my  hopes  i*evive  ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing; 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive. 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

751  S.  M.  Hastings. 
Prayer  for  a  Revival. 

LORD  !  thy  work  revive 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour; 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live. 
By  thy  restoring  power. 


0 


2  Oh  I  let  thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer; 
Their  solemn  vows  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak, 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay. 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break. 
Till  rebels  shall  obev. 


512 


4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear, 
"Now  listen  to  our  cry; 
Oh  !  come,  and  bring  salvation  near; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 


752  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Vision  of  dry  Bones. 

LOOK  down,  0  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  arouud. 

2  And  can  these  dead  awake  and  live  ? 
And  can  these  perished  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God  !  to  thee  is  known; 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  o^vn. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain. 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain, 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, — 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe. 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice, 
They  move,  they  awaken,  they  rejoice. 

5  So,  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens,  and  rend  the  ground. 
Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies, 


COSPEL    MISSIONS  513 


GOSPEL  MISSIONS. 

753    [312J  8s,  7s,  &  4.  Williams 

Gospel  among  the  Heathen. 

I'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 


0 


Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 
Blessed  Jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn  ! 

2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro. 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary; 
Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound  from  shore  to  shore. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness. 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night, 
And  Redemption, 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day, 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 

Multiply  and  still  increase; 
Sway  thy  Sceptre, 
Savior,  all  the  world  around. 

33 


♦^14  GOSPEL   MISSIONS. 

754  [545]  8s,  7s  &  4.  Smith. 

The  Missionary's  Fareicell. 

YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee; 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well: 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home,  thy  joys  are  passing  lovelv — 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell: 
Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee: 
Can  I,  can  I  say,  "Farewell  ?  " 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell. 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure. 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly — 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well : 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me: 
Lovely,  native  land,  farewell: 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor; 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Savior — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell: 

Lot  mc  hasten. 
Far  in  lieathon  lands  to  dwell. 


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GOSPEL   MISSIONS.  515 

Bear  me  on,  tbou  restless  ocean; 

Let  tlie  winds  my  canvass  swell: 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 

While  1  go  far  hence  to  dwell; 
Glad  I  bid  thee. 

Native  land,  farewell,  farewell. 


755  [547]  L.  M.  Vokh. 

Missions  to  the  Heathen. 

BEHOLD,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 
.  The  joy  the  (gospel  will  bestow; 
The  exiled  caiolivd  Id  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

2  Come,  let  ns,  with  a  grateful  heart. 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

3  Onr  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise. 
That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days, 
W  hen  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known 
Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 

4  Where'er  his  hand  hath  spread  the  skies. 
Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise. 
And  slave  and  freeman,  Greek  and  Jew, 
By  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew. 


756  [314]  L.  M.  Watts. 

Christ's  Universal  and  Everlasting  Kingdom. 

JESFS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


516  GOSPEL   MISSIONS. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princess  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet; 
While  "western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made. 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head; 
His  Name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  eveiy  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms  of  eveiy  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song. 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  Ifame. 


757  [313]  8s,  7s  &  4.  Kelly. 

Encouraging  Prospects. 

YES,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ; 
Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking, 
By  his  word,  in  every  land: 

When  he  chooses. 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God,  the  Savior,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

3  O,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 

To  our  hearts,  to  hear,  each  day- 
Joyful  news,  from  far  arriving, 
How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 

Those  enlightening 
Who  in  death  and  darkness  lav. 


GOSPEL    MISSIONS.  517 

4  God  of  Jacob,  bigli  and  glorious, 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious. 

Through  the  world  in  every  land; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 


758    [546]  L.  M.  Collyer. 

Missionary  Meeting. 

ASSEMBLED  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  vre  stand: 
The  voice  that  marshalled  every  star 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled; 
Along  the  line — to  either  pole — 

The  anthem  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist;  accept  our  praise; 
Our  hopes  revive;  our  courage  raise; 
Our  counsels  aid;  to  each  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  hearlds  come; 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home: 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound. 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 


759  LJ>48]  7s  &  6s.  Anon. 

Departure   of  Missionaries. 
OLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean; 
)  And,  as  thy  billows  flow. 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 
To  every  land  below. 


R' 


518  GOSI'KL   MISSION'S. 

2  Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore, 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 
And  death's  deep  shade  no  more. 

3  0  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean. 
Protect  them  from  all  harm. 

4  0,  be  thy  presence  with  them. 

Wherever  they  may  be; 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them, 
0,  be  they  still  with  thee. 

760  C.  M.  Anon. 

Missionaries'  Farewell. 
TT"  INDRED,  and  friends,  and  native  land, 
JV  How  shall  we  say,  "  Farewell  ?  " 
How — when  our  swelling  sails  expand, — 
How  will  our  bosoms  swell ! 

2  Yes,  nature,  all  thy  soft  delights 

And  tender  ties  we  know; 
But  love  more  strong  than  death  unites 
To  Him  that  bids  us  go. 

3  Thus,  when  our  every  passion  moved. 

The  gushing  tear-^rop  starts. 

The  cause  of  Jesus,  more  beloved, 

Shall  glow  within  our  hearts. 

4  The  sighs  we  breathe  for  precious  souls. 

Where  he  is  yet  unknown, 
Might  waft  us  to  the  distant  poles. 
Or  to  the  burning  zone. 

5  With  warm  desire  our  bosoms  swell. 

Our  glowing  powers  expand; 
"Fai-ewell,"  then  wu  can  say,  "farewell. 
Our  friends,  our  native  land." 


GOSSl'KL    MISSIONS".  oW 

761  [549]  8s,  7s  «fc  4.  LeLand. 

Heathens  Welcome  the  Gospel. 

CHRISTIANS  !  sec  !  the  orient  morning 
Breaks  along  the  heatlicn  sky; 
Lo !  th'  expected  day  is  dawning — 
Glorious  day-spring  from  on  high; 

Hallelujah  !  — 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

2  Heathens  at  the  sight  are  singing; 

Morning  wakes  the  tuneful  lays; 

Precious  offerings  they  are  bringing — 

First-fruits  of  more  perfect  praise; 

Hallelujah !  — 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 

3  Zion's  Sun! — salvation  beaming — 

Gilding  now  the  radiant  hills — 
Rise  and  shine,  till  brighter  gleamings 
All  the  world  Thy  glory  fills; 

Hallelujah!  — 
Hail  the  d^y-spring  from  on  high  ! 

4  Lord  of  every  tribe  and  nation  ! 

Spread  Thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole; 
Spread  the  light  of  Thy  salvation^ 
Till  it  shine  on  every  soul; 

Hallelujali !  — 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high  ! 


762  [552]  7s  <fe  6s.  Heber. 

Condition  of  the  Heathen. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 
From  India's  coral  strand, — 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains  ** 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand, — 


520  GOSPEL   MISSIONS. 

From  many  an  ancient  river. 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, — 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  "What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness. 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown: 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness. 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  aro  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we  to  man  benighted 

The  light  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  0,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim. 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

763  L.  M.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  the  Heathen. 

SOVEREIGJSr  of  worlds,  display  thy  power. 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour: 
0,  bid  the  morning  star  arise; 
O,  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 


GOSPEL  MISSIONS.  521 

3  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns. 
In  western  wilds  and  eastern  plains; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known 
Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice, 
i     Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice: 
Dispel  the  gloom  of  heathen  night; 
Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

764  [551]  L.  M.  WincheWs  Sel 

Missionaries  Encouraged. 

YE  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
"With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire. 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er. 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more — 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  the  Savior  Lord  of  all. 

765  7s  tfc  6s.  Anon, 
Universal  Hallelujah. 

WHEx^  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
"When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song. 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended. 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain. 
Again  to  earth  descended. 
In  riq-hteousness  to  reiffu  ? 


)22  GOSPKL   MISSIONS. 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vails  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply; 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


766  [553]  7s.  Marsden. 

The  Messengers  of  God. 

G1  0,  ye  messengers  of  God; 
r  Like  the  beams  of  morning,  fly; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod; 
Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high. 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  deep. 
Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  th'  oppressed  forever  weep. 

3  O'er  the  pagan's  night  of  care 

Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven, 
Chase  away  his  wild  despair; 
Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

4  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  east. 
High  the  bleeding  cross  display. 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

767  Ss  &  7s.      L.  H.  Sigourney- 
Missionaries  Charged. 

ON"WARD,  onward,  men  of  heaven; 
Bear  the  gospel  banner  high; 
Rest  not  till  its  light  is  given — 
Star  of  every  pagan  sky: 


GOSPEL   MISSIONS.  523 

Send  it  where  the  pilgrim  stranger 

Faints  beneath  the  torrid  ray; 
Bid  the  hardy  forest-ranger 

Hail  it,  ere  he  fades  away. 

Where  the  Arctic  Ocean  thunders. 

Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow, 
Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders, 

Brightly  bid  its  radiance  flow: 
India  marks  its  lustre  stealing. 

Shivering  Greenland  loves  its  rays; 
Afric,  'mid  her  deserts  kneeling, 

Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 

Rude  in  speech,  or  wild  in  feature. 

Dark  in  spirit,  though  they  be. 
Show  that  light  to  every  creature — 

Prince  or  vassal,  bond  or  free: 
Lo !  they  haste  to  every  nation; 

Host  on  host  the  ranks  supply: 
Ouwai'd  !  Christ  is  your  salvation 

And  your  death  is  victory. 


768    [555]  8s&7s.  Anon. 

Missionaries  Aroused. 

UP  I  why  sleep  j^e,  men  of  heaven  ? 
Hear  ye  not  the  heathen's  cry  ? 
Ye  to  whom  the  light  is  given. 
Will  you  suffer  them  to  die  ? 
Haste  to  save  them  !   haste  to  save  them ! 
Will  you  suffer  them  to  die  ? 

2  What  are  all  your  hopes  and  pleasures ! 

Jesus  bids  you  hence  away; 
Scatter  wide  the  glorious  treasures  ! 

See,  they  perish  while  you  stay ! 
Haste  to  save  them  !  haste  to  save  them  ! 

See,  they  perish  while  you  stay  ! 


524  GOSPEL    MISSIONS. 

3  Though  your  native  land  forsaking, 

O'er  the  waves  your  path  may  be, 
Pause  not,  for  the  morn  is  breaking. 

O'er  the  islands  of  the  sea; 
Haste  to  raise  the  gospel  banner 

'Mid  the  islands  of  the  sea. 

4  Lo,  the  whitened  fields  are  lying 

Heady  for  the  reaper's  hand  ! 
On  the  wings  of  mercy  flying, 

Seek  the  lost  in  every  land. 
Bid  the  dying  nations  gather 

Round  the  cross  in  every  land  ! 


769  7s  &  6s,  Button,  jr. 

The  World  Beseiged  by  Missionaries. 

ON"  Thibet's  snow-capped  mountains, 
O'er  Afric's  burning  sand. 
Where  roll  the  fiery  fountains 

Along  Hawai's  strand: 
In  every  distant  nation. 

The  mighty  globe  around, 
The  heralds  of  salvation 
The  Gospel  trumpet  sound. 

2  In  golden  armor  blazing, 

They  press  their  onward  way, 
And,  high  in  air  upraising, 

The  glorious  cross  display: 
Away  their  weapons  hurling. 

The  warring  nations  cease. 
And  hail  with  joy,  unfurling 

The  banner  fol^s  of  peace. 

3  What  though  hell's  fiery  legions 

Pour  forth  their  dread  array. 
Look  up — angelic  legions 
Attend  you  on  your  way: 


GOSPEL   MISSIONS.  525 

March  on,  ye  sons  of  heaven, 

This  precious  promise  sing — 
The  heathen  shall  be  given 

To  Christ,  our  glorious  King ! 

770  8s  &  7s,  double.  Anon. 

Missionary  Farewell. 

IVTATIVE  land  ! — in  summer   smiling, 
-LI    Hill  and  valley,  grove  and  stream; 
Home,  whose  nameless  charms  beguiling, 

Peaceful  nursed  our  infant  dream: 
Haunts  to  which  our  childhood  hasted, 

Where  the  earliest  wild-flowers  grew; 
Church,  where  Christ's  free  grace  we  tasted, 

Graved  on  memory's  page — Adieu  1 

2  Mother,  who  hast  watched  our  pillow. 

In  thy  tender,  sleepless  love, 
Lo !  we' dare  the  crested  billow; 

Mother,  put  thy  trust  above. 
Father,  from  thy  guidance  turning, 

O'er  the  deep  our  way  we  take; 
Keep  the  prayerful  incense  burning 

On  thine  altar  for  our  sake. 

3  Brothers,  sisters,  more  than  ever 

Are  our  fond  affections  twined. 
As  that  hallowed  bond  we  sever 

Which  the  hand  of  N"ature  joined. 
But  the  cry  of  heathen  anguish 

Through  our  inmost  hearts  doth  sound; 
Countless  souls  in  misery  languish, 

We  would  fly  to  heal  their  wounds. 

4  Heathen,  we  would  soothe  thy  weeping; 

Take  us  to  thy  anxious  breast. 
Where  some  sainted  dust  is  sleeping, 
Let  us  share  a  kindred  rest. 


52C  GOSPEL   MiaSIONS. 

Friends,  this  span  of  life  is  fleeting, 
Hark  !  tJie  barps  of  angels  swell: 

Think  of  that  eternal  meeting. 

Where  no  voice  shall  say — Farewell  I 


771  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Cotierell, 

Sympathy  for  the   Heathen. 

O'ER  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness 
Lt't  the  e^'e  of  pity  gaze; 
See  the  thronging,  wandering  nations, 
Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze: 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth. 

2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness  ! 

Rise  and  shine  !  Thy  blessings  bring: 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles  ! 
Rise  with  healing  in  Thy  wing; 

To  Thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come, 

3  May  the  millions  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone. 
Come,  and  worshiping  before  Him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone: 

Let  Thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

4  Thou,  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 

Speak  the  word;  at  Thy  command 
Let  the  heralds  of  Thy  mercy 

Lead  Thy  name  from  laud  to  land; 

Lord,  be  with  them. 
Always,  to  the  end  of  time. 


GOSPEL   MTS^IOXS.  527 

772  12s,  lis,  &  8s.  Sfnith. 

The  Triumphant  Reign  of  Christ. 

THE    Prince   of    salvation   in   triumph   is 
riding. 
And  glory  attends  liim  along  his  bright  way; 
The   news  of  his  grace   on  the  breezes  are 

gliding. 
And  nations  ai'e  owning  his  sway. 

2  And  now  through  the    darkest    of   earth's 

gloomy  region, 
The  wheels  of  his  chariot  are  rolling  sublime; 
His  banners  unfolding  his  own  true  religion, 
Dispelling  the  errors  of  time. 

3  Behold  a  bright  angel  from   heaven   descend- 

ing. 

High  lifting  his  trumpet,  hosannas  to  raise; 

Hail  Sox  of  the  Highest,  let  every  knee  bend- 
ing, 

Adore  thee  with  offerings  of  praise. 

4  Thy  sword  and  thy  buckler  shall  save  and 

deliver, 
The  poor  and  the  needj-  from  foes  that  assail; 
Thy  bow  and  thy  quiver  shall  vanquish  for 

ever 
The  prince  and  the  legions  of  hell. 

5  Ride  on    in    thy  greatness,   thou   conqueo-iug 

Savior, 
Let   thousands   of  thousands   submit  to  thy 

reign — 
Ackoowledge   thy  goodness,  entreat   for  thy 

favor, 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 


528  GOSPEL  >nssiONs. 

6  Ride  on  1  till  the  compass  of  thy  great  do- 

minion 
The  globe  shall  encircle  from  pol.e  unto  pole; 
And  mankind  cemented  "with  friendship  and 

union, 
Obey  thee  with  heart  and  with  soul. 

7  Then  loud  shall  ascend  from  each  sanctified 

nation, 
The  voice  of  thanksgiving,the  chorus  of  praise; 
And  Heaven  shall  echo  the  song  of  salvation, 
In  rich  and  melodious  praise. 

773  L.  M.  A.  Balfour. 

The  Missionary  Charged  and  Encouraged. 

pi  O,  messenger  of  peace  and  love, 
It  To  people  plunged  in  shades  of  night, 
Like  angels  sent  from  fields  above. 
Be  thine  to  shed  celestial  light. 

2  On  barren  rock  and  desert  isle, 

Go  bid  the  rose  of  Sharon  bloom; 
Till  arid  wastes  around  thee  smile, 
And  bear  to  heaven  a  sweet  perfume. 

3  Go  to  the  hungry — food  impart; 

To  paths  of  peace  the  wanderer  guide. 
And  lead  the  thirsty,  panting  heart 
Where  streams  of  living  water  glide. 

4  Go,  bid  the  bright  and  morning  star 

From  Bethlehem's  plains  resplendent  shine. 
And,  piercing  through  the  gloom  afar. 
Shed  heavenly  light  and  love  divine. 

5  0,  faint  not  in  the  day  of  toil. 

When  harvest  wails  the  reaper's  hand; 
Go,  gather  in  the  glorious  spoil. 
And  joyous  in  his  presence  stand. 


GOSPEL   MISSIONS.  529 

Thy  love  a  rich  reward  shall  find 
From  Him  who  sits  enthroned  on  high; 

For  they  who  turn  the  erring  mind 
Shall  shine  like  stars  above  the  sky. 


774  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Kelly. 

Departure  of  Missionaries. 

MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations; 
Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth; 
Loud  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth: 

Bear  the  tidings. 
Tidings  of  the  Savior's  worth. 

2  Go  to  men  in  darkness  sleeping; 

Tell  that  Christ  is  strong  to  save; 
Go  to  men  in  bondage  weeping; 

Publish  freedom  to  the  slave: 
Tell  the  dying, 
Christ  has  triumphed  o'er  the  grave. 

3  What  though  earth,  by  hell  excited. 

Should  oppose  the  Savior's  reign  I 
Plead  his  cause  to  souls  benighted; 

Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  men; 
Vain  the  tumult, 
Eai-th  and  hell  will  rage  in  vain. 

4  Though  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 

Jesus  will  his  own  defend; 
Borne  afar  mid  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  is  your  heavenly  friend; 

And  his  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 
34 


530  OOSrEL   MISSIONS. 

775  lis,  10s  &  Ba.  Anon. 

The  Promised  Time  is  Coming. 

REJOICE,  rejoice,  the  promised    time  is 
coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom, 
And  Zion's  children  then  shall  sing, 
The  deserts  all  are  blossoming; 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 
The  gospel  banner,  wide  unfurl'd. 
Shall  wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world, 
And  every  creature,  bond  and  free. 
Shall  hail  the  glorious  jubilee. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 

2  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing; 

From  Zion  shall  the  law  go  forth. 
And  all  shall  hear,  from  south  to  north. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  <fec. 
And  truth  shall  sit  on  every  hill. 
And  blessings  flow  in  eveiy  rill. 
And  praise  shall  ev'ry  heart  employ, 
And  ev'ry  voice  shall  shout  for  joy. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  &c 

3  Rejoice,  rejoioe,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  "  Prince  of  Peace"  shsdl 

reign. 
And  lambs  may  with  the  leopard  play, 
For  naught  shall  harm  in  Zion's  way. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  &c. 
The  sword  and  spear  of  needless  worth, 
Shall  prune  the  tree,  and  plow  the  earth. 
For  peace  shall  smile  from  shore  to  shore. 
And  nations  shall  learn  war  no  more. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  <fec. 


GOSl'EL   MlSSlOiNS.  531 

776  7s.  Bowring. 
Report  of  the  Watchman. 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveler!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory  beaming  star. 

2  Watchman  !  does  its  beateous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveler!  yes;  it  brings  the  day. 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman  I  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ! 
Traveler  !  ages  are  its  own; 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

5  Watchman  I  tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveler  !  lo  !  tne  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come 

777  L.  M.  Anon. 
Tlie  Monthly  Concert. 

DELIGHTFUL  thought !  that  sinners  may 
Commune  with  God,  by  night  and  day, 
And  yet  more  sweet,  that  thousands  now 
Before  his  throne,  in  concert  bow. 


532  SABBATH-BCHOOLS. 

2  Oh,  the  dear  fellowship  of  prayer, 
Its  promises,  how  vast  they  are  ! 
The  prayer  of  faith  can  make  us  rise, 
On  wings  of  light  above  the  skies. 

3  Great  God,  thy  spirit  now  impart. 
To  fire  with  zeal  each  languid  heart. 
Send  quickly  down  that  heavenly  Dove, 
And  warm  us  with  a  Savior's  love. 

4  Thy  kingdom  spread,  thy  will  be  done. 
From  rising  to  the  setting  sun; 

Thy  praise  extend  from  sea  to  sea, 
And  fill  the  vast  eternity. 

5  Be  this  our  prayer  in  every  breath. 
Through  life,  and  in  the  arms  of  death; 
While  saints  on  earth,  and  saints  above. 
Shall  join  to  sing  redeeming  love. 

6  From  distant  climes  may  incense  rise. 
And  loud  hosannas  piei'ce  the  skies. 
Till  every  idol  throne  shall  fall, 

And  Christ  be  crown'd  the  Lord  of  all. 


SABBATH-SCHOOLS. 

778  L.  M.  Anon, 

Sabbath-School  Missionary. 
"IVriGHT  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke, 
±\    No  guiding-star  the  wise  men  see; 
And  heavy  his  oppression's  yoke, 
"Where  first  the  gospel  said.  Be  free. 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 

Heaven's  message  to  the  shepherd  throng, 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  no  more 
To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 


SABBATH-SCHOOLS.  533 

3  Send  forth,  send  forth  the  glorious  light, 

That  from  eternal  woe  doth  save; 
And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight. 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 

4  Behold,  the  knee  of  childhood  bends 

In  prayer  for  that  benighted  land; 
And  witli  its  Sabbath-lessons  blends 
Fond  memory  of  the  mission  band. 

5  With  pitying  zeal,  o'r  ocean's  wave, 

We  reach  the  helpless  hand  to  take; 
Oh,  may  we  but  one  wanderer  save ! 
We  ask  it  for  a  Savior's  sake. 

779  7s.  Gray. 
Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

SUPPLIANT,  lo!  thy  children  bend. 
Father,  for  thy  blessing  now; 
Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend  ; 
We  are  weak,  Almighty  thou. 

2  With  the  peace  thy  word  impairs 

Be  the  taught  and  teachers  blest; 
In  our  lives,  and  in  our  hearts. 
Father,  be  thy  laws  impressed. 

3  Shed  abroad  in  every  mind 

Light  and  pardon  from  above. 
Charity  for  all  our  kind. 
Trusting  faith  and  holy  love. 

780  C.  M.  Kennedy. 
The   Sahbath-School. 

SWEET  Sabbath-school,  place  dear  to  me. 
Where'er  through  life  I  roam, 
My  heart  will  often  turn  to  thee, 
Mv  childhood's  Sabbath  home. 


534  SABBATH-SCHOOLS. 

2  "Within  thy  courts  of  Him  I've  heard 

"Whose  birth  the  angels  sung. 
When  o'er  the  shepherds  fill'd  with  fear, 
The  star  of  glory  hung. 

3  0  holy  place  !  where  first  we  shed 

The  penitential  tear; 
"Where  youthful  steps  are  taught  to  tread 
In  paths  of  peace  and  prayer. 

4  "When  all  our  wand'rings  here  shall  cease, 

And  cares  of  life  shall  end. 

In  God's  eternal  Sabbath  place 

May  we  our  anthems  blend. 


781  C.  M.  Anon. 

Anniversary   Hymn. 

¥E  now  to  Christ,  the  Savior  King, 
Our  annual  tribute  pay; 
In  sweet  hosannas  here  we  sing. 

For  his  life-cheering  ray; 
0,  let  the  heavenly  chorus  rise. 

On  this  our  festal  daj-; 
And  wake  the  concord  "of  the  skies 
"With  this  our  joyous  lay. 

2  Another  year  has  run  its  round, 

Since  last  we  gather'd  here; 
And  still  the  precious  gospel  sound 

Invites  our  list'ning  ear: 
But  many  Sabbath  hours  are  gone. 

Of  kind  instruction  given; 
0,  may  the  lessons  we  have  learn'd 

Guide  us  to  Christ  and  heaven. 


6ABBATH-SCH00LS.  535 


782  C.  M.  Straphan. 

Pleasures  of  Teaching. 

•  E  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  -way 
To  guide  untutored  youth. 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 


B' 


2  Delightful  "work,  young  souls  to  -win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin 
To  seek  redeeming  grace  ! 

3  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  good  design; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 


783  L.  M.  J.  H.  H. 

The  Morning  of  Life. 

IjS"  life's  gay  mom  let  children  learn 
To  love  tiie  sacred  place  of  prayer; 
From  sinful  ways  delight  to  turn. 
And  early  pay  their  tribute  there. 

2  Let  buoyant  hearts  harmonious  blend 
As  youthful  lips  are  tuned  to  sing. 
And  lofty  strains  of  praise  ascend 
To  heaven's  exalted  glorious  King. 

784  4  lines  7s.        Mrs.  Maxwell. 
Sabhath-School  Anniversary. 

WELCOME  to  our  festival. 
Parents,  teachers,  children,  all; 
God  has  spared  us  through  the  year, 
And  in  mercy  brings  us  here. 


i36  SABBATH-SCHOOLS. 

2  All  unite  to  praise  our  God, 
For  Lis  ffrace  on  us  bestowed; 
Hallow 'a  be  the  songs  we  raise — 
Happy  songs  of  gratefuf  praise. 

3  God,  who  dwells  beyond  the  sky, 
Turns  on  us  a  gracious  eye; 

Still  prolongs  our  day  of  grace; 
Gives  us  time  to  seek  his  face. 


785  L.  M.  Anon, 
Opening  of  School. 

ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 
O  Lord,  th}^  blessing  we  implore; 
We  meet  to  read,  and  sing,  and  pray; 
Be  with  us  then  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends. 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes,  and  friends; 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear. 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more, 
May  we  above  to  glory  soar; 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains. 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigns. 

786  C.  M.  Anm, 
Death  of  a  Scholar. 

DEATH  has  been  here,  and  borne  away 
A  brother  from  our  side — 
Just  in  the  morning  of  his  day, 
As  young  as  we,  he  died. 

2  Not  long  ago,  he  filled  his  place, 
And  sat  with  us  to  learn: 
But  he  has  run  his  mortal  race. 
And  never  can  return. 


SABBATH-SCHOOLS.  537 

3  Perhaps  our  time  may  be  as  short, 

Our  days  may  fly  as  fast; 
O  Lord,  impress  the  solemn  thought. 
That  this  may  be  our  last ! 

4  All  needful  strength  is  thine  to  give; 

To  thee  our  souls  apply 
For  gi-ace  to  teach  us  how  to  live, 
And  make  us  fit  to  die. 

787  8s,  7s  &  4s.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  Success. 

THOU,  Vho  didst  with  love  and  blessing 
Gather  Zion's  babes  to  thee; 
Still  a  Savior's  love  expressing, 
These,  the  babes  of  Zion  see; 

Bless  the  labors. 
That  would  bring  them  up  for  thee. 

2  Smile  upon  the  weak  endeavor, 

Vain,  if  thou  thy  smile  deny; 
Lq  !  they  rise, — to  live  forever  I 
Train,  0  train,  them  for  the  sky  ! 

Ne'er  may  Satan 
Plunder  Zion's  nursery. 

3  Let  no  self-applauding  feeling, 

Naught  of  praise  from  mortals  won, 
O'er  the  heart  infectious  stealing, 
Poison  what  our  hands  have  done; 

Raise  the  motives. 
Sink  the  pride  of  every  one. 

4  Then,  when  long  we  both  have  slumbered, 

Side  by  side,  in  common  dust. 
With  thy  ransomed  people  numbered, 
With  the  assembly  of  the  just; 

Child  and  teacher. 
Savior  !  own  our  humble  trust. 


538  SABBAIH-SCHOOLS. 

788  C,  M.  Anon. 
Sabbath-School  Instruction, 

BLEST  "^ork  !  the  youthful  mind  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  dark  and  dangerous  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim; 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name. 
And  their  Kedeemer  love. 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 

To  guide  untutored  youth, 
And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 
The  way,  the  life,  the  truth  ! 

Thy  Spirit,  Father !   on  us  shed, 

And  bless  this  good  design: 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread; 

Be  all  the  glory  thine. 

789  L.  M.  Mrs.  Maxwell. 
Death  of  a  Teacher. 

THE  voice  is  hush'd — the  gentle  voice, 
That  told  us  of  a  Savior's  love; 
And  made  our  youthful  hearts  rejoice. 
In  hope  of  heaven,  our  home  above. 

2  The  eye  is  dim,  the  loving  eye. 

That  beam'd  so  fondly  on  us  here; 
Seal'd  up  in  death,  the  anxious  sigh 
!N'o  more  bedews  it  with  a  tear  ! 

3  But  in  the  land  beyond  the  grave. 

That  voice  will  swell  in  rapturous  tone. 
The  song  to  Him  who  died  to  save. 
And  bring  the  weary  trav'ler  home. 


yoTTTH.  539 

4  That  eye,  with  holy  radiance  bright. 

Shall  kindle  like  the  stars  of  even; 
Like  them  shall  pierce  the  shades  of  night. 
And  sweetly  sliine  on  us  from  heaven. 

5  That  brow  shall  wear  its  glitt'ring  crown. 

When  sun  and  stars  no  more  shall  shine 
When  death  shall  lay  his  sceptre  down — 
The  grave  her  empire  shall  resign. 

YOUTH. 

790  7s  &  6s.  S.  F.  SmUh. 
Remember  thy  Creator. 

i  4  ~n  EMEMBER  thy  Creator  " 

Xv  While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright. 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night ; 
While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee. 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee. 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

2  "  Remember  thy  Creator  " 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust, 
Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature. 

And  dust  returns  to  dust; 
Before  with  God,  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear: 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

"  Thy  great  Creator  fear." 

791  [427]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Remember  the  Creator. 

CHILDREX,  to  your  Creator,  God, 
Your  early  honors  pay; 
Wliile  vaiiityand  youthful  blood 
Would  tempt  your  thoughts  astray. 


640  YOUTH. 

2  Be  wise — and  make  his  favor  sure, 

Before  the  mournful  day. 
When  youth  and  mirth  are  known  no  more. 
And  life  and  strength  decay. 

3  The  memory  of  his  mighty  name 

Demands  your  first  regard; 
Nor  dare  indulge  a  meaner  flame. 
Till  you  have  loved  the  Lord. 

792  [426]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Youth  Entreated. 

YE  feons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young. 
Indulge  your  eyes — indulge  your  tongue, 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth — but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

2  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts; 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

3  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities ; 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

793  S.  M.  Faueett. 

Prayer  for  Youth. 

p  RE  AT  God  !  with  heart  and  tongue, 
vT  For  all  our  youth  we  pray ; 
0  may  they  learn,  while  they  are  young, 
To  walk  in  wisdom's  way  I 

2  Now,  in  their  early  days. 

Teach  them  thy  will  to  know ; 
O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
On  every  heart  bestow  ! 


YOUTH.  541 

3  Make  their  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care; 
Cause  them  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

4  Their  hearts,  to  folly  prone, 

Eenew  by  power  divine; 
Unite  them  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  them  wholly  thine. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  sacred  word 

Their  warmest  thoughts  employ; 
There  let  them  daily  find  the  road 
Which  leads  to  endless  joy. 


794  L.  M.  Anon. 

Importance  of  Early  Religion. 

TVrOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
li    Remember  your  Creator,  God: 
Behold,  the  months  come  hastening  on. 
When  you  shall  say,  "  My  joys  are  gone." 

2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes. 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain. 
Ascends  to  God;  not  there  to  dwell. 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am; 
And  when  my  s^oul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 


542 


795  [428]  C.  M.  Anon. 
Importance  of  Religion  to  the  Young. 

WHILE  in  the  tender  years  of  youth. 
In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
It  summons  to  the  tomb, — 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God; 

For  him  thy  powers  employ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  portion,  and  thy  joy. 

3  He  will  in  safety  guide  thy  course 

O'er  life's  uncertain  sea. 
And  bring  thee  to  that  peaceful  shore 
"Where  happy  spirits  be. 

796  [429]  S.  M.  Anon. 
Dawn  of  Life. 

I  ROM  earliest  dawn  of  life. 
Thy  goodness  we  have  shared; 
And  still  we  live  to  sing  thy  praise, 
By  sovereign  mercy  spared. 

2  To  learn  and  do  thy  will, 

O  Lord,  our  hearts  incline; 
And  o'er  the  paths  of  future  life 
Command  thy  light  to  shine. 

3  While  taught  thy  word  of  truth, 

May  we  that  word  receive; 
And  when  we  hear  of  Jesus'  name, 
In  that  blest  name  believe  ! 

4  Oh  let  us  never  tread. 

The  broad,  destructive  road. 
But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 
To  glory,  and  to  God. 


¥ 


YOUTH  543 

797  [435]  L.  M.  Anon. 

Heaven   alone  Unfading. 

HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  ! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 
That  binds  us  to  a  world  like  this  ! 

2  The  evening  cloud — the  morning  dew — 

The  withering  grass — the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes,  ai'e  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour  ! 

3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  pain. 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joy  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears: 
If  God  be  ours,  we'er  traveling  home. 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

798  C.  M.  Anon. 
Youth  the  Best  Time  to  Serve  the  Lord. 

AMIDST  the  cheerful  bloom  of  youth. 
With  ardent  zeal  pursue 
The  ways  of  piety  and  truth, 
With  death  and  heaven  in  view. 

5  Fair  wisdom's  paths  with  sweets  are  strewed. 

And  pleasures  all  refined; 
There  joys  divine  are  shed  abroad, 
That  suit  the  immortal  mind. 

3  Youth  is  the  most  accepted  time, 
To  love  and  seiwe  the  Lord; 
A  flower  presented  in  its  prime. 
Will  much  delight  afford. 


544  YOUTH. 

4  He'll  crown  with  peace  your  rising  years. 

And  make  your  fruit  increase; 
Will  guide  you  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
And  bid  your  sorrows  cease. 

5  Give  Him  the  morning  of  your  days, 

And  be  forever  blest; 
'Tis  none  but  those  in  wisdom's  ways 
Enjoy  substantial  rest 

799  C.  M.  Anon. 

Death  of  a   Youth. 

¥HEN^  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  "While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  impressed 
"With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  delude  no  more. 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb: 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour; 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene. 

Let  every  heart  obey; 
N"or  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
"Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

800  0.  M. 

Child's  Morning  Hymn. 

THE  morning  bright. 
With  ro?y  light. 
Has  waked  me  up  from  sleep; 
Father,  I  own 
Thy  love  alone. 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 


YOITH.  545 

*J         All  tlirougli  the  day 
T  humbly  pray, 
Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide: 
My  sins  forgive, 
And  let  me  live. 
Blest  Jesus,  neai-  thy  side. 

3         0  make  thy  rest 
Within  my  breast. 
Great  Spirit  of  all  grace: 
Make  me  like  thee, 
Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  face. 

801  c.  M.  s. 

child's  Evening  Hymn. 

THE  daylight  fades: 
The  evening  shades 
Are  gathering  round  my  head: 
Father  above, 
I  praise  that  love 
Which  smooths  and  guards  my  bed. 

2  While  thou  art  neai", 
I  need  not  fear 

The  gloom  of  midnight  hour: 

Blest  Jesus,  still 

From  every  ill 
Defend  me  with  thy  po-wer. 

3  Pardon  my  sin. 
And  enter  in 

And  sanctify  my  heart: 
Spirit  divine, 
O  make  me  thine. 
And  ne'er  from  me  depait. 
35 


54G  TOUTH. 

802  [436]  L.  M.  Higginhotham. 
Youth  Seeking  Heavenly  Wisdom. 

I  ASK  not  wealth,  nor  pomp,  nor  power, 
JN"or  fleeting  pleasures  of  an  hour: 
My  soul  aspires  to  nobler  things 
Than  all  the  pride  and  state  of  kings. 

2  One  thing  I  ask  ;  —  Lord  !  wilt  thou  hear, 
And  grant  my  soul  a  gift  so  dear  ? 
Wisdom,  descending  from  above, 

The  sweetest  token  of  thy  love: 

3  Wisdom,  betimes  to  know  the  Lord, 
To  fear  his  name  and  keep  his  word; 
To  lead  my  feet  in  paths  of  tnith. 

And  guide  and  guard  my  wandering  youth. 

4  Then  shouldst  thou  grant  a  length  of  day, 
Mj  life  shall  still  proclaim  thy  praise; 

Or  early  death  my  soul  convey 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

803  [437]  4  6s  &  2  8s.  Jane  Taylor. 

Renouncing  the   World. 

COME,  my  fond,  fluttering  heart, 
Come  struggle  to  be  free  ! 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part. 

However  hard  it  be: 
My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just. 
But  clings  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear — 

Ye  dearest  idols  fall : 
My  love  ye  must  not  share — 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all: 
'Tis  bitter  pain,  'tis  cruel  smart. 
But,  ah  !  thou  must  consent,  m.y  heart ! 


YOUTH.  547 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng  1 

Ye  golden  dreams  farewell ! 
Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 

And  now  1  break  the  .«pell: 
Ye  cherish'd  joys  of  earthly  yeai'S — 
Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  O  may  I  feel  thy  worth  ! 

And  let  no  idol  dare, 
No  vanity  of  earth. 

With  thee,  my  Lord,  compare: 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart. 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

804  C.  M.  Heber. 

Early  Religion. 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  fair  the  lily  grows  ; 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
"Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lil}^  must  decay; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion's  rage, 

5  0  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath. 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


548  YOUTH. 

805  L.  M.  Anon. 
The  Hosannah  of  the  Children. 

ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies. 
Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread; 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise. 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made, 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

A  monument  of  honor  raise  ; 
And  babes  with  uninstructed  tongue 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Thy  pow'r  assists  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground; 
To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage. 
And  all  their  policy  confound. 

806  c.  M. 

Early  Piety. 

0]  N"  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
9  With  vital  ardor  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, — 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved. 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 

And  character  engraved; — 

3  Ere  vet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days, 
And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways; — 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age. 

With  vain  regret,  deplore. 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys. 
That  now  return  no  more. 


YOUTH.  549 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gained, 
In  age  will  give  thee  rest; 
0,  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest. 

807  L.  M.  Anon. 
Poor  Children's  Appeal  to  Christians. 

IX  God's  own  house  by  silent  night, 
The  lamp  of  God  was  burning  bright; 
And  there  by  viewless  angels  kept, 
Samuel  the  child  securely  slept. 

2  A  voice  unknown  the  stillness  broke, 

"  Samuel"  it  call'd,  and  thrice  it  spoke; 
He  rose — he  ask'd  whence  came  the  word? 
From  Eli  ?  No;  it  was  the  Lord. 

3  Thus  early  call'd  to  serve  his  God, 
In  paths  of  righteousness  he  trod; 
Prophetic  visions  fir'd  his  breast. 
And  all  the  chosen  tribes  were  blest. 

4  Speak,  Lord  !  and  from  our  earliest  days. 
Incline  our  hearts  to  love  thy  ways; 

Thy  wak'ning  voice  has  reach' d  our  ear, 
Speak  Lord  to  us,  thy  servants  hear. 

5  And  ye,  who  know  the  Savior's  love. 
And  richly  all  his  mercies  prove; 
Tour  timely,  friendly  aid  afford, 
That  we  may  early  serve  the  Lord. 

808  [431 J  C.  M.  Cowper. 

Youthful  Piety. 

BESTOW,  0  Lord,  npon  our  youth. 
The  gift  of  saving  grace, 
And  let  the  seed  of  saci'ed  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 


550  YOUTH. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  -where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root, 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows. 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careleas  ones,  0,  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love; 
Your  youth  is  stained  with  many  crimes 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made; 

O,  join  the  public  prayer: 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed; 

O,  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 

5  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach; 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 

809  L.  M.  Anon. 

Advantages  of  Early  Piety. 

CHILDREN"  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue: 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways. 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints; 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries: 
He  sets  his  frowning  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts, 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh: 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts. 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 


YOUTH.  551 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  be  counts  their  groans; 
His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death: 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones; 

While  they  in  praise  employ  their  breath. 


810  L.  M.  Anon. 

The   Young  Invited  to  Christ. 

TO-DAY,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 
"Now  is  the  time  to  make  j'onr  choice; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go ! 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest? 

Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  gloiy  dwell  ? 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound. 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Come  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glitt'ring  toys. 
Come,  shai-e  with  us  eternal  joys; 

Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell — 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 


552  FLIGHT   OF   TIME. 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 

811  L.  M.  Anon, 
Time  Speeds  Away, 

TIME  speeds  away,  away,  away; 
Another  hour,  another  day. 
Another  month,  another  year. 
Drop  from  us  like  the  leaflets  sear — 
Drop  like  the  life  blood  from  our  hearts  ; 
The  rose  bloom  from  the  cheek  departs. 
The  tresses  from  the  temples  fall. 
The  eye  grows  dim  and  strange  to  all. 

2  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
Like  torrent  in  a  stormy  day. 
He  undermines  the  stately  tower. 
Uproots  the  tree,  and  snaps  the  flower. 
And  sweeps  from  our  distracted  breast 

The  friends  that  lov'd,  tlie  friends  thatbless'd. 
And  leaves  us  weeping  on  the  shore 
To  which  they  can  return  no  more. 

3  Time  speeds  away,  away,  away, 
No  eagle  through  the  skies  of  ^ay, 
No  wind  along  the  hills  can  flee 
So  swiftly  or  so  smooth  as  he: 
Like  fiery  steed  from  stag-e  to  stage, 
He  bears  us  on,  from  youth  to  age. 
Then  plunges  in  the  fearful  sea 

Of  fathomless  eternity. 

812  [421]  7s.  Anon. 

The  Evening  of  Life. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  of  mankind. 
On  thee  my  hopes  remain ; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 
{  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 


FLIGHT   OF   TIME.  553 

2  In  early  years  thou  wast  ray  guide, 

And  of  my  youth  the  friend; 

And  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end. 

3  Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off,  when  age 

And  evil  days  desceud; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  in  despair 
To  mourn  my  latter  end. 

4  Therefore  in  life  I'll  trust  to  thee. 

In  death  I  will  adore; 
And  after  death  will  sing  thy  praise, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

813  C.  M.  J.  Q.  Adams. 

Swiftness  of  Time. 

HOW  swift,  alas  !  the  moments  fly  ! 
How  rush  the  years  along  ! 
Scarce  here,  yet  gone  already  by — 
The  burden  of  a  song. 

2  See  childhood,  youth,  and  manhood,  pass, 

And  age,  with  furrowed  brow; 
Time  was — time  shall  be — but,  alas  ! 
Where,  where  in  time  is  now  ? 

3  Time  is  the  measure  but  of  change; 

1^0  present  hour  is  found ; 
The  past,  the  future,  fill  the  range 
Of  time's  unceasing  round. 

4  Where,  then,  is  now  ?  In  realms  above. 

With  God's  atoning  Lamb, 
In  regions  of  eternal  love. 
Where  sits  enthroned  I  AM. 

5  Then,  pilgrim,  let  thy  joys  and  fears 

On  time  no  longer  lean; 
But  henceforth  all  thy  hopes  and  fears 
From  earth's  affections  wean. 


554  FLIGHT    OF    TIME. 

6  To  God  let  grateful  accents  rise; 
With  truth,  with  virtue,  live; 
So  all  the  bliss  that  time  denies, 
Eternity  shall  give. 

814  [417]     7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  7,  7,  6.       J.  Burton. 

Life  a   Winter^s  Day. 

TIME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home: 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms: 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 
2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home: 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above. 
Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

815  C.  M.  Clarke. 
Flight  of  Time. 

SWIFT  as  the  arrow  cuts  its  way 
Through  the  soft  yielding  air. 
Or  as  the  sun's  more  subtle  ray. 

Or  lightning's  sudden  glare: 
Or  as  an  eagle  to  the  prey. 

Or  shuttle  through  the  loom, 
So  haste  our  fleeting  lives  away. 
So  pass  we  to  the  tomb. 
2  Like  aii-y  bubbles,  lo  !  we  rise. 
And  dance  upon  life's  stream; 
Till  soon  the  air  that  caused,  destroys 
Th'  attenuated  frame. 


FLIGHT    OK    TIME.  555 

Down  the  swift  stream  we  glide  apace, 

And  cany  death  within: 
Then  break,  and  scarcely  leave  a  trace 

To  show  that  we  have  been. 

The  man,  the  wisest  of  our  kind, 

Who  length  of  days  had  seen. 
To  birth  and  death  a  time  assigned. 

But  none  to  life  between: 
Yet  0  what  consequences  close 

This  transient  state  below  ! 
Eternal  joys;  or,  losing  those. 

Interminable  woe ! 


816  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  Sluggard. 

AWAKE — awake!  each  sluggish  soul 
Awake — and  view  the  setting  sun  ! 
See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 
Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done  ! 

2  Soon  will  he  close  our   drowsy  eyes, 

Nor  shall  we  hear  these  warnings  more; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach; 
Ev'n  now  he  stands  before  the  door ! 

3  To-dav,  attend  his  gracious  voice  ! 

And  hear  the  summons  which  he  sends — 
"  Awake !  for  on  this  passing  hour. 
Thy  long  eternity  depends  !" 

817  [418]  S.  M.  Anon. 

No  Traveler  Returns. 

I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb. 
The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan,  with  strict  account, 
The  blessings  wasted  here. 


556  FLIGHT    OF    TIME. 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

In  hell  forever  burns; 
And,  from  that  hopeless  world  of  woe, 
No  fugitive  returns. 

3  Ye  sinners !  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close. 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er; 
0  sinners  !  then  your  injured  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. 

818  [416]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Shortness   of  Time. 

THE  time  is  short  1 — sinners,  beware, 
]S'or  trifle  time  away; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear. 
While  yet  'tis  called  to  day. 

2  The  time  is  short ! — 0  sinners,  now. 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit; 
To  mercy's  golden  scepter  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  The  time  is  short ! — ye  saints,  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come: 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Savior's  voice. 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4  The  time  is  short ! — it  swiftly  flies — 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand. 
When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies. 
And  reach  the  wished  for  land. 

5  The  time  is  short ! — the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above; 
And  be  forever  happy  there. 
With  Jcsus,  whom  we  love. 


FLIGHT   OF   TIME.  557 

819  [425]  C.  M.  Anon. 
The  Lord's  Care  from  Infancy  to  Age. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  !  gracious  Lord  ! 
Kind  guardian  of  my  days ! 
Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record. 
In  sougs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thine  indulgent  care, 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name. 
Or  breathe  the  youthful  prayer. 

3  Each  rolling  year  new  favors  brought 

From  thine  exhaustless  store; 
But  oh  !  in  vain  ray  laboring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

4  While  sweet  reflection  through  my  days 

Thy  bounteous  hand  would  trace. 
Still  dearer  blessings  claim  my  praise — 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

5  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord ! 

For  favors  more  divine — 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word. 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

6  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  eveiy  weakness  dies. 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 

820  [503]  G.  M.  Watts. 

The  Stream  of  Time. 

OGOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past. 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


558  FLIGHT  OP   TIMK. 

2  Under  tlie  shadow  of  thy  throne. 

Still  raav  we  dwell  secure; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone. 
And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood. 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame. 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight. 

Are  like  an  evening  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears. 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood. 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream — 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

821  [415]  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Importance  of  To-Day. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine. 
Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away; 
O,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  fleeting  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Awake,  by  thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  vounsr. 


FLIGHT  OF   TIME.  559 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care; 

0,  bo  that  still  pursued, 
Lest,  .slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light. 
Lest  life's  young,  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

822  C.  M.  Watts- 
Brevity  and  Frailty  of  Life. 

HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 
How  vast  our  soul's  aflfairs  ! 
Yet  foolish  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along. 

Without  a  moment's  stay; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song. 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home; 

But  we  march  heedless  on. 

And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  Draw  us.  0  God,  with  sovereign  grace 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

823  [423]  L.  M.  Heginhotham. 

The  God  of  all  Grace. 

GREAT  God,  let  all  my  tuneful  powers 
Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name: 
Thy  hand  revolves  my  circling  hours — 
Thy  hand,  fi-om  whence  my  being  came. 


5G0  FLIGHT    OF   TIME. 

2  Seasons  and  moons,  still  rolling  round 

In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To  thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3  My  life,  my  health,  my  friends,  I  owe 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love; 
Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 
And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  Thus  will  I  sing  till  nature  cease. 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more. 
And  after  death  thy  boundless  grace. 
Through  everlasting  years,  adore. 

824  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Thoughtless  Haste  to  Eternity. 
ri  OD  of  eternity,  from  thee 
VX  Did  infant  Time  his  being  draw, 
Moments,  and. days,  and  months,  and  years, 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away; 

Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows. 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea — 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it  rose. 

3  With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 

Upon  the  rapid  streams  are  borne, 
Swift  on  to  their  eternal  home. 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 

4  Yet,  while  the  shore  on  either  side. 

Presents  a  gaudy  flattering  show, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  Source  of  wisdom,  teach  my  heart 

To  know  the  price  of  every  hour; 
That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys. 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 


FLIGUT    OF   TIME.  561 

825  S.  M.  Doddridge. 
Where  are  our  Fathers? 

HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls. 
That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 
The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares. 
And  wealth  and  honor,  gone  ! 

3  And  where  the  fathers  lie, 

Must  all  the  children  dwell  ? 
Nor  other  heritage  possess, 
But  such  a  glomy  cell  ? 

4  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Onr  souls  to  Thee  commend. 

5  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light. 
We  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

826  8, 8, 6.  Green. 
The  Swiftness  of  Time. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years. 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole: 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps. 
Till  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps. 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen: 
The  moments  swiftly  pass  between, 
36 


562  FLIGHT   OF   TIME. 

And  whisper  as  they  fly: 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this. 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 

Thou  soon  must  gasp  and  die. 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call: 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall. 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue. 
To  sing  and  love  as  angels  do. 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 


827  10s,  5s,  &  lis.  a  Wesley. 

Duties  Reviewed  with  the  Passing  Year. 

COME,  let  us  anew.  Our  journey  pursue. 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  Let  us  gladly  fulfill 

And  our  talents  improve. 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream:  Our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown.  The  moment  is  gone; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  0  that  each  in  the  day  Of  hris  coming  may 

say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through; 
I've  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

do!" 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord  May  receive  the 
glad  word, 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my   joy,   and  sit  down  on  my 
throne." 


A' 


FLIGHT    OF    TIME.  5G3 

828  7s  &  6s.  Smith. 

The  Stream  of  Life, 
S  flows  the  rapid  river, 
With  channel  broad  and  free, 
Its  waters  rippling  ever. 

And  hastening  to  the  sea. 
So  life  is  onward  flowing. 

And  days  of  offered  peace, 
And  man  is  swiftly  going 
Where  calls  of  mercy  cease. 

2  As  moons  are  ever  waning, 
As  hastes  the  sun  away. 

As  stormy  winds,  complaining. 

Bring  on  the  wintry  day. 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us, — 

The  darkness  of  the  grave; 
And  death  is  just  before  us; 

God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 

3  Say,  hath  thy  heart  its  treasure 
Laid  up  in  worlds  above  ? 

And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love  ? 

Bewai-e  !  lest  death's  dark  river 
Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll. 

And  thou  lament  forever 
The  ruin  of  thy  soul. 


564  OPENING    ANlJ    CLOSING    YEAR. 


OPENING  AND  CLOSING  YEAR. 

829  7s.  Anon. 

The  New  Year. 

WHILE  witli  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

I^ever  more  to  meet  us  here; 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state. 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  Spared  to  see  another  year. 

Come,  thy  precious  work  revive; 
Let  thy  blessing  meet  us  here. 

Bid  thy  drooping  garden  thrive: 
Sun  of  Eighteousness,  arise  ! 

Let  our  prayer  thy  pity  move; 
Warm  our  hearts  and  bless  our  eyes, 

Make  this  year  a  time  of  love. 


830  L.  M.  Anon 

Opening  Year. 

BLEST  be  th'  Eternal  Infinite  ! 
Whose  skill  conducts  this  rolling  sphere; 
Who  rules  our  day,  who  guards  our  night. 
And  guides  the  swift,  revolving  year  I 

2  Our  race  are  falling  ev'ry  hour. 

While  we  distinguish'd  yet  appear; 
'Tis  of  thy  matchless  love  and  pow'r, 
That  we  are  spar'd  another  year. 


OPENING   AN©    CLOSING  YEAR.  565 

3  O !  for  a  sweet  refreshing  time; 

Savior!  thy  people  wish  thee  near: 
Come,  and  our  joys  shall  be  sublime, 
"While  we  begin  another  year. 

4  May  thy  good  spirit  be  our  guide. 

While  thus  we  stay  as  pilgrims  here; 
I^or  let  us  from  our  God  backslide. 
As  we  have  done  the  former  year. 

5  Strengthen  our  faith,  increase  our  love: 

Fill  us  with  godh^  filial  fear; 
And  to  thy  waiting  children  prove 
Thy  grace  thro'  ev'ry  fleeting  year. 

6  This  truth  impress  on  ev'ry  soul, 

That  vast  eternity  is  near; 
That  time's  swift  moments  onward  roll. 
To  bring  the  last,  the  closing  year. 

7  When  nature  in  a  blaze  shall  die. 

Or  death  conclude  our  being  here; 
Then  to  our  Jesus  ma}'  we  fly. 
To  spend  a  never-ending  year. 

831  6  8s.  WesUy, 

Watch  Night. 

HOW  many  pass  the  guiltj-  night 
In  reveling  and  frantic  mirth; 
The  creature  is  their  sole  delight. 

Their  happiness  the  things  of  earth: 
For  us  suffice  the  season  past ! 
We  choose  the  better  part  at  last. 

2  We  will  not  close  our  wakeful  eyes. 
We  will  not  let  our  eyelids  sleep; 
But  humbly  lift;  them  to  the  skies, 

A^d  all  a  solemn  vigil  keep: 
So  many  nights  on  sin  bestowed. 
Can  we  not  watch  an  hour  for  God  ? 


566  OPENING    AND   CLOSING   YEAR. 

3  We  can,  0  Jesus,  for  thy  sake. 

Devote  our  every  hour  to  thee; 
Speak  but  the  word,  our  souls  shall  wake 

And  sing  with  cheerful  melody; 
Thy  praise  shall  our  glad  tongues  employ. 
And  every  heart  shall  dance  for  joy. 

4  Blest  object  of  our  faith  and  love. 

We  listen  for  thy  welcome  voice; 
Our  persons  and  our  works  approve. 

And  bid  us  in  thy  strength  rejoice; 
Now  let  us  hear  the  mighty  cry. 
And  shout  to  find  the  Bridegroom  nigh. 

832  C.   M.  Doddridge. 

For  New-Year's  Day. 

REMARK,  m}^  soul,  the  narrow  bound 
Of  the  revolving  year: 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round. 
How  short  the  months  appear. 

2  How  fast  eternity  comes  on. 

And  that  important  day. 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey  ! 

3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  pass 

The  swift  revolving  year, 
And  study  artful  ways  t' increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Waken,  oh  God,  my  careless  heart, 

Its  great  concern  to  see. 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part. 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

f>  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 
If  future  years  arise:  ^ 

Or  this  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 
To  joys  above  the  skio«  I 


OPENING   AND   CLOSING   YEAR,  567 

833  L.  M.  Anon. 

New-  Year 
n  REAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
vT  By  which  supported,  still  we  stand; 
The  op'ning  year  thy  mercy  shows; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown; 

Our  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God, 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  our  soul's  abode; 

4  To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign; 

Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine; 
So  shall  they  smile  secure  from  fear, 
Tho'  death  should  blast  the  rising  year. 


834  0.  M.  Wesley. 

A  Midnight  Song. 

JOIN",  all  ye  ransom'd  sons  of  grace. 
The  holy  joy  prolong. 
And  shout  to  the  Redeemer's  praise 
A  solemn  midnight  song. 

2  Blessing,  and  thanks,  and  love,  and  might 

Be  to  our  Jesus  given, 
WTio  turns  our  darkness  into  light, 
Who  turns  our  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Thither  our  faithful  souls  he  leads; 

Thither  he  bids  us  rise. 
With  crowns  of  joy  upon  our  heads. 

To  meet  Him  in  the  skies.  ^. 


5G8  OPENING    AND   CLOSING   YEAR. 

835  C.  M.  Anon. 
Closing    Year. 

A'ND  no-w,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  ray  hasty  life  is  gone> 

Nor  will  return  again ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run. 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn: 
What  are  thy  hopes?  how  sure  ?  how  fair  ? 
What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Behold,  another  year  begins; 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven; 
Seek  pardon  for  my  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

836  4  6s<fc2  8s.  C.  Wesley. 
The  Bridegroom  Cometh. 

YE  virgin  souls,  arise; 
With  all  the  dead,  awake; 
Unto  salvation  wise. 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take: 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry — 
Behold  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  nigh  1 

2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are: 
Made  ready  for  your  full  reward; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 


OPENING   AND    CLOSINO   YEAR.  569 

3  Go,  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

Your  everlasting  Friend; 
Your  Head  to  glorify. 

With  all  his  saints  ascend: 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  vail,  his  face. 

4  The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  saints  receive, 
"With  seraphs,  thrones,  and  powers, 

In  glorious  joy  to  live; 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin, 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

5  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound: 
To  see  our  Lord  appear. 

May  we  be  watching  found: 
And  when  thou  dost  the  heavens  bow. 
Be  found — as,  Lord,  thou  find'st  us  now. 


837  L.  M.  Anon. 

God's  Perpetual  Care. 

OUR  Helper,  God,  we  bless  his  name. 
Whose  love  forever  is  the  same; 
The  tokens  of  whose  gracious  care 
Begin,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand. 
Supported  by  his  guardian  hand; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  his  arm  hath  led  us  on; 
Thus  far  we  make  his  mercy  known; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 

■     'New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 


670  OPENIXG    AND   CLOSING    YEAR. 

838  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
Close  of  the  Year. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
And  lift  your  voices  high, 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day; 
"Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run. 

Nor  many  mornings  rise. 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay; 
East  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Te  bring  eternal  day. 

839  4  6s  &  2  8s.  Anon. 
The  Barren  Fig-Tree. 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 
The  God  of  ages,  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high. 

Ancient  of  endless  days, — 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here. 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  wither 'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground; 
No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found; 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercj'  spare, 
Another  and  another  year 


571 


3  Whea  justice  bared  the  sword 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  dowu. 
The  pity  of  the  Lord 

Cried, — Let  it  still  alone: 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace, 
Who  therefore  hath  bestow'd 

On  us  a  longer  space; 
Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And,  lo  !  we  see  another  year. 


HARVEST. 

840  C.  M.  Needham. 

Summer — An  Harvest  Song. 

TO  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord, 
My  soul  wake  all  thy  pow'rs: 
He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 

2  His  cov'nant  with  the  earth  he  keeps; 

My  tongue  his  goodness  sing; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time. 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3  Well  pleas'd  the  toiling  swains  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop; 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away. 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 

The  seed  of  righteousness; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 
The  rip'ning  harvest  bless. 


572  HARVEST. 

5  Then  in  the  last  great  harvest,  1 
Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop; 
The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceed 
What  I  have  sow'd  in  hope. 

841  6§  <fe  4s.  Montgomery 

Praise  to  the  God  of  Harvest. 

THE  God  of  harvest  praise; 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 
Hand,  heai't,  and  voice; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forest  and  mountains  ring. 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring. 
The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  Name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  duty — but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot. 

Amid  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 

With  sweet  accord: 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

842  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Year  Crowned  with  Goodness. 

ETERIS'AL  Source  of  every  joy. 
Thy  prai«e  may  well  our  lips  employ. 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear. 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 


HARVEST.  573 

2  Wide  as  the  -wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise. 
And  darkness  when  to  vail  the  skies. 

3  The  flowerr  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land; 
The  summer  rays  -with  vigor  shine. 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  abundant  stores. 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  a  dreary  aspect  wear. 

5  Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade, 
Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise. 

843  L.  M.  Campbell. 

The  Joy  in  Harvest. 
ri  REAT  God,  as  seasons  disappear, 
VX  And  changes  mark  the  rolling  year, 
Thy  favor  still  doth  crown  our  days. 
And  we  would  celebrate  thy  praise. 

d  The  haiwest  song  we  would  repeat: 
"  Thou  givest  us  the  finest  wheat :  " 
"  The  joy  of  harvest,"  we  have  known: 
The  praise,  0  Lord,  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Our  tables  spread,  our  garners  stored, 
O,  give  us  hearts  to  bless  thee,  Lord; 
Forbid  it.  Source  of  light  and  love. 
That  hearts  and  lives  should  barren  prove. 


574  HARVEST. 

4  Another  harvest  comes  apace: 
Mature  our  spirits  by  thy  grace. 
That  wo  may  calmly  meet  the  blow 
The  sickle  gives  to  lay  us  low; 

5  That  so,  when  angel  reapers  come 
To  gather  sheaves  to  thy  blest  hMne, 
Our  spirits  may  be  borne  on  high 
To  thy  safe  garner  in  the  sky. 

844  L.  M.  Anon, 
Goodness  of  God  Celebrated. 

JOIN,  every  tongue,  to  praise  the  Lord; 
All  nature  rests  upon  his  word; 
Mercy  and  truth  his  courts  maintain. 
And  own  his  universal  reign. 

2  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers. 
Enriched  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 

3  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine; 
In  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear: 
Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

845  C.  M.  Anon. 

Seed-time  and  Harvest. 

FOUNTAIN"  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  movp, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 
The  sower  hid  the  grain. 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth. 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 


HARVEST.  5  /  5 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine; 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine. 
And  gav'st  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 

Matured  the  swelling  grain; 
A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  "We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway; 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails: 
Seed-time  nor  harvests,  night  nor  day. 
Summer  nor  winter,  fails. 

846  C.  M.  Watts 

The  Providence  of  God,  in  Air,  Earth,  and  Sea. 

'rpiS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

JL    God  of  eternal  power; 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar, 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad. 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons,  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hours. 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky. 

Borne  by  the  winds  around. 
Whose  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill. 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  olessings  still 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


576  CHRISTIAN   LIBERALITY 


CHRISTIAN  LIBERALITY. 

847  L.  M.  Rippon. 
Helping  the  Poor. 

OWHAT  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  majesty  of  heaven  ! 
Rebels  He  deigns  to  call  His  sons — 

Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven. 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine — 

The  grace  that  blazes  like  a  sun; 
Hold  forth  your  fair,  though  feeble  light. 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings 

Swift  let  the  great  salvation  fly; 

The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe; 

To  pain  and  sickness  help  apply. 

4  Pity  the  weeping  widow's  woe. 

And  be  her  counsellor  and  stay; 
Adopt  the  fatherless,  and  smooth 
To  useful,  happy  life,  his  way. 

5  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 

Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn: 
Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 
And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

848  C.  M.  Anon. 

Sympathy  for  the  Sick. 
0  to  the  pillow  of  disease, 
"Where  night  gives  no  repose, 
And  on  the  cheek  where  sickness  preys. 
Bid  health  to  plant  the  rose. 


G' 


rnRISTIAN    LIBERALITY.  577 

"2  Go  where  tlie  friendless  stranger  lies; 
To  perish  is  his  doom; 
Snatch  from  the  grave  his  closing  eyes. 
And  bring  his  blessing  home. 

3  Thus  -what  our  Heavenly  Father  gave 
Shall  we  as  freely  give; 
Thus  copy  Him  who  lived  to  save, 
And  died  that  we  might  live. 


849  [380]  C.  M.  Doddridge, 

Receiving  Christ's  Poor. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  Thy  grace  ! 
Thy  bounties  how  complete ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ! 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine; 
What  can  ray  poverty  bestow. 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

3  But  Thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names, 
Before  Thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed. 

And  visited  and  cheered; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress. 
My  Savior's  voice  is  heai-d. 

5  Thy  face,  with  reverence  and  with  love, 

I  in  Thy  poor  would  see; 
O  let  me  rather  beg  my  bread; 
Than  keep  it  back  from  Thee. 


578'  CHRISTIAN   LIBERALITY. 

850  L.  M.  Gibbons. 
T7ie  Miser  may  Last  but  never  Lives.    ■ 

TEACH  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  vie-w 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

2  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 

3  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day. 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way. 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Savior  trod. 
The  path  to  glory  aud  to  God. 

851  C.  M.  Croswell. 
Imitate  Christ  in  doing  Good. 

LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Savior  went. 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure. 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent. 
Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight,. 
We,  in  their  gloomy  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill; 
And  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Small  are  the  offerings  we  can  make; 

Yet  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Savior's  sake. 
They  lo^<'  not  tlieir  reward. 


CHRISTIAN   LIBERALITT.  579 

852  C.  M.  Wesley. 

The  Steward  of  the  Lord. 

FATHER,  into  thy  hands  alone 
I  have  m}^  all  restored: 
My  all,  thy  property  I  own: 
The  steward  of  the  Lord. 

2  Confiding  wholly  in  thy  love. 

Through  Jesus  strength'ning  me, 
I  wait  thy  faithfulness  to  prove, 
And  give  back  all  to  thee. 

3  Determined  all  thy  will  to'  obey, 

Th}'  blessings  I  restore; 
Give,  Lord,  or  take  thy  gifts  away, 
I  praise  thee  evermore. 

8o3  L.  M.  Anon. 

Our  Gold  and  Silver  the  Lord's. 

THE  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's, 
And  ev'ry  blessing  earth  aflPbrds, 
All  come  frorn  his  propitious  hand, 
And  must  return  at  his  command. 

2  The  blessings  which  I  now  enjoy, 

I  must  for  Christ  and  souls  employ; 
For  if  I  use  them  as  my  own. 
My  Lord  will  soon  call  in  his  loan. 

3  When  I  to  him  in  want  apply. 
He  never  does  my  suit  deny; 
And  shall  I  then  refuse  to  give. 
Since  I  so  much  from  him  receive  ? 

4  Shall  Jesus  leave  the  realms  of  day, 
And  clothe  himself  in  humble  clay  ? 
Shall  he  become  despis'd  and  poor. 
To  make  mo  rich  forever  more  ? 


08U  OnRISTIAN    LIBERALITY. 

5  And  shall  I  wickedly  withhold. 
To  give  ro}^  silver  and  my  gold  ? 
To  aid  a  cause  my  soul  approves, 
And  save  the  sinners  Jesus  loves  ? 

6  Expand  my  heart — incline  me,  Lord, 
To  give  the  whole  I  can  afford; 
That,  what  thy  bounty  renders  mine, 
I  nia^'  with  cheerful  hands  resign. 

854  C.  p.  M.  Anon. 

Rejoicing  in  Charity. 
IVrOW  let  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise 
_Ll    A  cheerful  anthem  to  his  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above; 
Let  music,  sweet  as  incense,  rise. 
With  grateful  odors  to  the  skies; 

The  work  of  joy  and  love. 

2  How  many  children,  Lord,  we  see 
In  ignorance  and  misery. 

Unprincipled,  untaught  ! 
Shall  they  continue  still  to  lie 
In  ignorance  and  misery  ? 

We  cannot  bear  the  thought. 

3  We  feel  a  sympathizing  heart: 
Lord,  'tis  a  pleasure  to  impart. 

To  thee  thine  own  we  give: 
Hear  thou  our  cry,  and  pitying  see; 
O  let  these  children  live  to  thee  ! 

0  let  these  children  live  ! 

855  [379]  C.  M.  Boden. 

Kindness  to  the   Afflicted. 

BRIGHT  Source  of  everlasting  love. 
To  thee  our  souls  we  raise. 
And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monxmient  of  praise. 


CHRISTIAN    LIBERALITY.  ^yS] 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  tbe  path  of  life 

With  every  cheering  ray. 
And  kindly  checks  the  rising  tear, 
Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

3  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
The  goodness  feeble  man  can  yield 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

4  To  scenes  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain. 

We'll  cheerfully  repair. 
And,  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows. 
Relieve  the  sufferers  there. 

5  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy; 

The  orphan  shall  be  glad; 
And  hungering  souls  we'll  gladly  point 
To  Christ,  the  living  bread. 

6  Thus  what  our  heavenly  Father  gave, 

Shall  we  as  freely  give; 
Thus  copy  him  who  lived  to  save. 
And  died  that  we  might  live. 

S56  [377]  C.  M.  Doddndge. 

CJiristian  Kindness. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace. 
All-powerful  from  above. 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  0,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know. 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy. 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  When  poor  and  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  deep  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  h«arts  their  pains  to  feel. 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 


582  CUUISTIAN    LIBERALITY. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dyiug  niai;, 

When  throned  above  the  skies, 
And,  in  the  Father's  bosom  blest. 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Savior  flew 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground; 
For  us  he  shed  his  precious  blood- 
A  balm  for  eveiy  wound. 


857  [378]  C.  M.  Barhauld. 

Sympathy  with  the  Afflicted. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 
Feels  all  another's  pain; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  raised  in  vain; — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 

A  brother's  woes  to  feel, 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief  : 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  officers  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  Himself,  through  Christ,  hath  mercy  found — 

Free  mercy  from  above; 
That  mercy  moves  him  to  fulfill 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 


Cff»PftESSION. 


OPPRESSION. 

858  C.  M.  Ware. 

Oppression  shall  not  always  Reign. 

OPPRESSION"  shall  not  always  reign. 
There  comes  a  brighter  day, 
When  freedom,  burst  from  every  chain, 
Shall  have  triumphant  sway. 

2  Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 

And  truth,  full  armed  in  mail, 
The  hosts  of  tyrant  wrong  assail. 
And  hold  eternal  sway. 

3  What  voice  shall  bid  the  progress  stay 

Of  truth's  victorious  car  ? 
What  arm  arrests  the  growing  day, 
Or  quench  the  solar  star  ? 

4  What  soul  shall  dare,  tho'  stout  and  strong. 

Restore  the  ancient  wrong; 
Oppression's  guilty  night  prolong, 
And  freedom's  morning  bar  ? 

5  The  hour  of  triumph  comes  apace. 

The  fated,  promised  hour, 
When  earth  upon  a  ransomed  race 
Her  bounteous  gifts  shall  shower. 

6  Ring,  Liberty,  thy  glorious  bell, 

On  high  thy  banner  swell. 
Let  trump  on  trump  the  triumph  swell, 
Of  Heaven's  redeeming  power. 


584  OPPRESSION. 

859  C.  M.  Peabody. 

The  Slave  our  Neighbor. 

WHO  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  fainting  poor. 

Whose  ej-e  with  want  is  dim; 
O  enter  thou  his  humble  door. 
With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim; 
With  words  of  high  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  weaiy  slave, 

Fettered  in  mind  and  limb; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave. 
Go  thou  and  ransom  him. 

5  Thy  neighbor  ?  pass  no  mounier  by; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 

A  breaking  heart  from  misery; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 


& 


860  7s  <fc  6s.  Montgomery. 

The  Author  of  Freedom. 
"AIL,  to  the  Lord's  anointed. 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  I 
He  comes  to  break*oppression, — 

To  set  the  captive  free; 
To  take  away  transgression. 
And  rule  in  equity. 


OPPRESSION.  585 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suflfer  wrong; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, — 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying. 

Where  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth. 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers. 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth: 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains,    * 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go. 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

861  S.  M.  Drummond. 

Breaking  every  Yoke  our  Work. 
tC  TS  this  a  fast  for  me  ?  " 

X  Thus  saith  the  Lord  our  God; 
"  A  day  for  man  to  vex  his  soul 

And  feel  afiiiction's  rod  ? 

2  "  No  ;  is  not  this  alone 

The  sacred  fast  I  choose — 
Oppression's  yoke  to  burst  in  twain. 
The  bands  of  guilt  unloose  ? 

3  "  To  nakedness  and  want 

Your  food  and  raiment  deal, 
To  dwell  your  kindred  race  among, 
And  all  their  sufferings  heal  ? 

4  "  Then,  like  the  morning  ray. 

Shall  spring  your  health  and  light; 
Before  you,  righteousness  shall  shine. 
Behind,  my  glory  bright !  " 


5^6  orPRESsiox. 

862  C.  M.  MiUon. 
Plea  for  the  Bondman. 

DEFEIS^D  the  poor  and  desolate. 
And  rescue  from  the  hands 
Of  wicked  men  the  lo^v  estate 
Of  him  that  help  demands. 

2  Regard  the  weak  and  fatherless, 

Dispatch  the  poor  man's  cause, 
And  raise  the  man  in  deep  distress 
By  just  and  equal  laws. 

3  Rise,  God !  judge  Thou  the  earth  in  might, 

The  oppressed  land  redress; 
For  Thou  art  He  who  shall  by  right 
The  nations  all  possess. 

863  S.  M.  Johnson. 
Universal  Brotherhood  of  Man. 

HUSH  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 
The  frautic  warrior's  call ! 
Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  "with  gore? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

2  "Want,  from  the  wretch  depart ! 

Chains,  from  the  captive  fall ! 
Sweet  mercy,  melt  the  oppressor's  heart — 
Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 

3  Churches  and  sects,  strike  down 

Each  mean  partition  wall ! 
Let  love  each  harsher  feeliug  drown — 
Christians  are  brothers  all. 

4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 

Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall. 
That  Heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 


orPRjtssiox.  587 

86i  7s.  Follen. 

The  Captive's  Prayer. 

MAY  the  captive's  pleading  fill 
All  the  earth,  and  all  the  sky; 
Every  other  voice  be  still, 
While  he  pleads  with  God  on  high. 

2  He,  whose  ear  is  every  where, 

Who  doth  silent  sorrow  see. 
Will  regard  the  captive's  prayer. 
Will  from  bondage  set  him  free. 

3  From  the  tyranny  within, 

Save  thy  children,  Lord !  we  pray; 
Chains  of  iron,  chains  of  sin, 
Cast,  for  ever  cast  away. 

4  Love  to  man,  and  love  to  God, 

Are  the  weapons  of  our  war; 
These  can  break  th'  oppressor's  rod — 
Burst  the  bonds  that  we  abhor. 

865  7s.  Montgomery. 

Oppression  not  of  God. 

GOD  made  all  His  creatures  free; 
Life  itself  is  liberty; 
God  ordained  no  other  bands 
Than  united  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Sin  the  primal  charter  broke — 
Sin,  itself  earth's  heaviest  yoke; 
Tyranny  with  sin  began, 

Man  o'er  brute,  and  man  o'er  maa. 

3  But  a  better  day  shall  be. 
Life  again  be  liberty. 

And  the  wide  world's  only  bauds 
Love-knit  hearts  and  love-linked  hands. 


588  OPPRESSION. 

4  So  shall  erei'v  slavery  cease, 
All  God's  children  dwell  in  peace, 
And  the  new-born  earth  record 
Love,  and  Love  alone,  is  Lord. 


866  12s.  Whittier. 

Universal  Freedom  Anticipated. 

MAY  freedom  speed  onward,  wherever  the 
blood 
Of  the  wronged  and  the  guiltless  is  crying 

to  God; 
Wherever  from  kindred,  torn  nidely  apart, 
Comes  the  sorrowful  wail  of  the  broken  of 
heart. 

2  Wherever  the  skackles  of  tyi'anny  bind 

In  silence  and  darkness  the  God-given  mind, 
There,  Lord,  speed  it  onward  !  the  truth  shall. 

be  felt,  m 

The  bonds  shall  be  loosened,  the  iron  will 

melt. 

3  Help  us  turn  from  the  cavil  of  words,  to 

unite 
Once  again  for  the  poor  in  defense  of  the 

right,  nn 

Uuappalled  by  the  danger,  the  shame  or  the 

pain. 
And  counting  each  trial  for  truth  as  our  gain. 


o67  I^'  M.  Anon 

Prayer  for  Deliverance. 

LORD,  when  Thine  ancient  people  cried. 
Oppressed  and  bound  by  Egypt's  king, 
Thou  didst  Arabia's  sea  divide. 
And  forth  Thy  fainting  Israel  bring. 


OPPRESSION.  589 

2  Lo,  in  tliese  latter  days,  our  land 

Groaus  wilh  the  anguish  of  the  slave; 
Lord  God  of  hosts  !  stretch  forth  Thy  hand, 
jrot^shorteued  that  it  can  not  save. 

3  Roll  back  the  swelling  tide  of  sin, 

The  lust  of  gain,  the  lust  of  power; 
The  day  of  frcedoui  usher  in; 
How  long  delays  the  appointed  hour  ? 

4  As  Thou  of  old  to  Miriam's  hand 

The  thrilliug  timbrel  didst  restore. 
And  to  the  joyful  song  her  hand 
Echoed  from  desert  to  the  shore; — 

5  0  let  Thy  smitten  ones  again 

Take  up  the  chorus  of  the  free — 
"  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  His  power  proclaim. 
For  He  hath  conquered  gloriously  !" 

868  L.  M.  Anon. 

Africa's  Condition  Bemoaned. 

¥HEX  injured  Afric's  captives  claim. 
Loads  the  sad  gale  with  startling  moan, 
The  frown  of  deep  indignant  blame, 
Bend  not  on  Southern  climes  alone. 

2  Her  toil,  and  chain,  and  scalding  tear. 

Our  daily  board  with  luxuries  deck; 
And  to  dark  slavery's  yoke  severe. 
Our  fathers  helped  to  bow  her  neck. 

3  But  if  with  Pilate's  stoic  eye. 

We  calmly  icash  when  blood  is  spilt. 
Or  deem  a  cold  unpitying  sigh 

Absolves  us  from  the  stain  of  guilt, — 

4  Or  if,  like  Jacob's  recreant  train. 

Who  traffic'd  in  a  brother's  woe. 
We  hear  the  suppliant  plead  in  vain, 
Or  mock  his  tears  that  wildlv  flow, — 


590  TnANKSOIVIXQ. 

5  Will  not  the  judgment  of  the  skies, 

Which  threw  a  shield  round  Joseph  sold, 
Be  rous'd  bj  fetter'd  Afric's  cries, 

And  change  to  dross  th'  oppressor's  gdd  ! 


THANKSGIVING. 

869  7s.  Anon. 
Thanksgiving. 

SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song; — 
Praises  to  our  God  belong; 
Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land: 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy. 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey, — 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, — 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

870  C.  M.  Anon. 

Thanksgiving  for  Health  after  Pestilence. 

SOY'REIGN  of  life,  we  own  thy  hand 
In  this  late  chast'ning  stroke; 
And,  since  we've  smarted  by  thy  rod, 
TJiy  presence  we  invoke. 


THANK.SGITING. 


591 


2  To  thee  in  our  distress  we  cried, 

And  thou  hast  bow'd  thine  ear; 
The  pestilence  thou  hast  remov'd. 
And  brought  deliv'rance  near. 

3  Unfold,  ye  gates  of  righteousness; 

That,  with  the  pious  throng, 

Vfe  may  record  our  solemn  vows. 

And  tune  our  grateful  song. 

4  Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  staid  the  sword 

And  said,  "  it  is  enough;" 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  his  saints 
Triumphant  e'en  in  death. 

5  Our  God,  in  thine  appointed  hour. 

Those  heav'nly  gates  display. 
Where  pain,  and  sickness,  fear  and  death 
For  ever  flee  away. 

6  There,  while  the  nations  of  the  bless'd, 

With  raptures  bow  around. 
Our  anthems  to  deliv'riu^  grace, 
In  sweeter  strains  shall  sound. 

871  S.  M.  E.  Scott. 

The  Sacrifice  of  Gratitude. 

THY  bounties,  gracious  Lord, 
With  gratitude  we  own; 
We  praise  thy  providential  care, 
That  showers  its  blessings  down. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne; 
With  thankful  souls,  behold,  we  pay 
A  tribute  of  thine  own. 

3  0,  may  this  sacrifice. 

While  at  thy  feet  we  bend, 

An  odor  of  a  sweet  perfume. 

To  thee,  the  Lord,  ascend. 


592  THANKSGIVING. 

4  Well  pleased  our  God  will  view 
The  products  of  his  grace; 
With  endless  life  will  he  fulfill 
His  kindest  promises. 


872  L.  M.  Anon. 

Thanksgiving  for  National  Peace. 

GREAT  Kuler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
A  word  of  thine  almighty  breath 
Can  sink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rise: 
Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 

2  When  angry  nations  rush  to  anns, 

And  rage,  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign; 
And  war  resounds  its  dire  alarms. 

And  slaughter  spreads  the  hostile  plain; 

3  Thy  sov'reign  eye  looks  calmly  down. 

And  marks   their  course,  and  bounds  their 
pow'r: 
Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own 

And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 

Sweet  peace  1  with  her  what  blessings  felt* 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  vallies  sing, 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wise,  and  righteous  Lord, 

All  move  subservient  to  thy  will; 
And  peace  and  war  await  thy  word. 
And  thy  sublime  decrees  fulfill. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs, 

Thy  kind  protection  still  implore; 
0  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues. 
Confess  tliv  goodness  and  adore. 


THANKSGIVING.  593 

873  lls<fe8s.  Montgomery. 
Thanksgiving  and  Praise  in  the  Sanctuary. 

BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lauds  of  the  earth; 
0,  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
"With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  Jehovah  is  God.  and  Jehovah  alone. 

Creator  and  Ruler  o'er  all; 
And  we  are  his  people;  his  sceptre  we  own; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  0,  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and  song; 

Tour  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim; 
His  praise  in  melodious  accordance  prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inerpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood. 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

874  L.  M.  Watts. 

PSALM. 

Thanksgiving  for  National  Deliverance. 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may_  Israel  say. 
Had  not  the  Lord  maintain'd  our  side 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey. 
Rose  like  the  swelling  of  the  tide. 

2  The  swelling  tide  had  stopped  our  breath. 

So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll; 
We  had  been  swallow'd  deep  in  death: 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  soul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  shout  and  sing, 

Who  just  escap'd  the  fatal  stroke; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing. 
When  once  the  fowler's  snare  is  broke. 
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594  PARENTAL   HYMXS. 

4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  cursed  snare; 
Who  sav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  sword. 
And  made  our  lives  and  souls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth,  and  built  the  skies; 
He,  that  upholds  that  wondrous  frame. 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 


PARENTAL  HBINS. 

875  S.  M.  Campbell, 

Solicitude  for  the  Conversion  of  Children. 

THOU  God  of  sovereign  grace, 
In  njercy  now  appear; 
We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 
And  feel  that  tJiou  art  near. 

2  Receive  these  lambs  to-day, 

0  Shepherd  of  the  flock. 
And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  Rock. 

3  Thy  saving  health  impart, 

0  Comforter  divine; 
Now  make  these  children  pure  in  heart. 
Make  them  entirely  thine. 

4  To-day  in  love  descend; 

0,  come  this  precious  hour; 
In  mercy  now  their  spirits  bend 
By  thy  resistless  power. 

5  Our  laboring  bosoms  bleed 

Till  thou  our  griefs  dispel; 
Sure  is  the  promise  which  we  plead. 
In  all  things  ordered  well. 


PAEENTAL   HYMNS.  59^ 

6  Low  bending  at  thy  feet, 
Our  offspring  we  resign: 
Thine   arm  is  strong,  thy  love  is  great^ 
And  high  thy  glories  shine. 

876  C.  M.  Anon. 
Prayer  for  Children's  Conversion. 

OLORD,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 
A  needy,  sinful  band; 
As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 

The  offspring  thou  hast  given; 
Where  shall  we  go,  in  time  of  need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heaven  ? 

3  We  ask  not  for  tliem  wealth  or  fame, 

Amid  the  worldly  strife; 
But,  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  seek  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace. 

To  make  them  pure  in  heart, 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

877  C.  M.  Ch.  Psalm. 
Parental   Solicitude 

HOW  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord, 
In  love  whom  thou  hast  given, 
JRemain  regardless  of  thy  word, 
Without  a  hope  of  heaven  ? 

2  How  can  we  see  them  tread  the  path 
That  leads  to  endless  death. 
Thus  adding  to  thy  fearful  wrath. 
With  every  moment's  breath  ? 


596  PARENTAL   HYMNS. 

3  Lord,  hear  the  parents'  earnest  cry, 

And  save  our  children  dear: 
Wow  send  thy  Spirit  from  on  high. 
And  fill  them  with  thy  fear. 

4  O,  make  them  love  thy  holy  law, 

And  joyful  walk  therein; 
Their  hearts  to  new  obedience  draw; 
Save  them  from  every  sin. 

878  S.  M.  Fellows. 
Prayer  for  Offspring. 

GREAT  God,  now  condescend — 
To  bless  our  rising  race; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend. 
The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  0,  what  a  pure  delight 

Their  happiness  to  see ! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  0,  grant  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 

Their  hearts  to  sanctify; 
Remember  now  thy  gracious  word: 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear. 

The  penitential  sigh; 
Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 
And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 

879  C.  M.  Anon. 
Maternal    Association. 

ri  REAT  God,  we  would  to  thee  make  known 
VT  Each  fond,  maternal  care; 
For  this  we  gather  round  thy  throne^ 
And  bring  our  children  there. 


THE  SEASONS.  597 

2  We  ask  not  -wealth,  long  life,  or  fame. 

Or  augbt  the  world  can  give; 
May  they  but  glorify  thy  name, 
And  to  thy  honor  live. 

3  This  is  the  burden  of  our  prayer — 

When  from  our  bosoms  riven. 

May  they  be  objects  of  thy  care. 

And  heirs,  at  last,  of  heaven. 


THE  SEASONS. 

880  C.  M.  Newton. 

Spring. 

AT  length  the  wished-for  spring  has  come: 
How  altered  is  the  scene  ! 
The  trees  and  shrubs  are  dressed  in  bloom, 
The  earth  arrayed  in  green. 

2  0,  let  my  inmost  soul  confess. 

With  grateful  joy  and  love. 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
The  garden,  field,  and  grove. 

3  Inspired  to  praise,  my  heart  would  join 

Glad  nature's  cheerful  song; 
While  love  and  gratitude  combine 
To  tune  my  joyful  tongue. 

881  S.  M.  Anon. 
The  Charms  of  Spring. 

SWEET  is  the  time  of  spring. 
When  nature's  charms  appear; 
The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing, 
And  hail  the  opening  year; 


598  TTIE   SEASONS. 

But  sweeter  far  the  spring 

Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 

Who  loves  the  youthful  race 

2  Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day. 

When  light  just  streaks  the  sky; 
When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away, 

And  morning's  beams  are  nigh; 
But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 

Of  piety  in  youth; 
When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn 

Before  the  light  of  truth 

3  Sweet  is  the  early  dew. 

Which  gilds  the  mountain  tops, 
And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  view 

With  pearly,  glittering  drops; 
But  sweeter  far  the  scene 
On  Zion's  holy  hill. 
When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen. 
Its  freshness  to  distill. 

882  '  C.  M.  Steele. 

Spring. 

WHEN  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale. 
And  blossoms  deck  the  spray, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day. 

2  Hark  !  how  the  feathered  wai-blers  sing  ! 

'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice; 
Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring. 
And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

3  0  God  of  nature  and  of  grace. 

Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart; 
Then  shall  my  meditation  trace 
Spring,  blooming  in  my  heart 


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THE   SEASONS.  599 

4  Inspired  to  praise,  I  then,  shall  join 
Glad  nature's  cheerful  song, 
And  love  and  gratitude  divine 
Attune  my  joyful  tongue. 

883  7s,  6s  &  8s.  Mason. 
Summer  Morning. 

"OW  beautiful  the  morning, 
When  summer  days  are  long; 
0  we  will  rise  betime,  and  hear 

The  wild-bird's  happy  song — 
For  when  the  sun  pours  down  his  ray, 

The  bird  will  cease  to  sing; 
She'll  seek  the  cool  and  silent  shade. 

And  sit  with  folded  wing. 

2  Up  in  the  morning  early — 

'Tis  Nature's  gayest  hour ! 
While  pearls  of  dew  adorn  the  grass, 

And  fragrance  fills  the  flowers — 
Up  in  the  morning  early. 

And  we  will  bound  abroad, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  melody. 

And  raise  our  songs  to  God. 

884  7s  &  6s.  Anon 
Autumn. 

THE  leaves,  around  me  falling, 
Are  preaching  of  decay; 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

"  Come,  pilgrim,  come  away  I  " 
The  day,  in  night  delining. 
Says  I  must,  too,  decline; 
The  year,  its  life  resigning, — 
Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 


600  THE   SEASONS. 

2  The  liglit  my  path  surrounding. 

The  loves,  to  which  I  cling, 
The  hopes  within  me  bounding. 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing, — 
All  melt  like  stars  of  even. 

Before  the  morning's  ray, — 
Pass  upward  into  heaven, 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends,  gone  there  before  me 

Are  calling  from  on  high; 
And  joyous  angels  o'er  me, 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky. 
"  Why  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  ? 
0,  rise  to  glory,  hither. 

And  find  true  life  begin." 

4  I  hear  the  invitation. 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come — 
A  sinner  to  salvation  ; 

An  exile  to  his  home: 
But,  while  I  here  must  linger, 

Thus,  thus  let  all  I  see 
Point  on,  with  faithful  finger. 

To  heaven,  0  Lord,  and  Thee. 


885  Hs  &  7s.  Home. 

Autumn. 
EE  the  leaves  around  us  falling. 
Dry  and  withered,  to  the  ground. 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling. 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound, — 


S^ 


2  "  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming. 
Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread. 
View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
Numbered  now  among  the  dead. 


THE   SEASONS.  GOl 

3  "  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you. 

Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace; 
Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you; 
Summer  gives  to  autumn  place." 

4  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal 

Let  our  highest  hopes  be  stayed: 
This  alone,  forever  vernal. 
Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 


886  C.  M.  Steele. 

Winter. 

STERN"  "Winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
Encircling  nature  round; 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains. 
Late  with  gay  verdure  crowned  ! 

2  The  sun  withholds  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depai't; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

3  Eetum,  0  blissful  sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray: 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

4  O  happy  state  !  divine  abode. 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns. 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 

5  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  display. 

My  drooping  joys  restore. 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 


602  THE   SEASONS. 

887  C.  M.  Watts. 

Winter. 

THE  hoary  frost,  the  fleecy  snow. 
Descend,  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

2  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high, 

God  pours  the  sounding  hail, 
The  man  that  does  his  power  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail, 

3  God  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

4  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud. 

Obey  his  mighty  word; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud. 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

888  H.  M.  Dmsht. 
Spring,  Summer,  Autumn,  and  Winter, 

HOW  pleasing  is  the  voice 
Of  God,  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  bids  the  frosts  retire, 

And  wakes  the  lovely  spring  ! 

Bright  suns  arise,         I  And  beauty  glows 

*  The  mild  wind  blows,  |  Thro'  earth  and  skies. 

2       The  mom  with  gloiy  crowned, 
His  hand  arrays  in  smiles: 
He  bids  the  eve  decline, 
Eejoicing  o'er  the  hills: 
The  evening  breeze      I  His  beauty  blooms 
His  breath  perfumes;   |  In  flowers  and  trees. 


WEDDIXQ   HYMNS.  01)3 

J       With  life  he  clothes  the  spring, 

The  earth  with  summer  -warms, 
He  spreads  th'  autumnal  feast. 
And  rides  on  wintry  storms: 
His  gifts  divine  I  And  round  the  year 

Through  all  appear;    [  His  glories  shine. 


WEDDING  HYMNS. 

889  C.  M.  Anon, 

Marriage  Hymn, 

SII^CE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
To  grace  a  marriage  feast; 
Dear  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding-guest. 

2  Upon  this  bridal  pair  look  down. 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands; 

Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 

And  bless  their  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow. 

Of  all  rich  dowries  best ; 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow. 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care. 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light. 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

5  And  when  that  solemn  hour  shall  come. 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er; 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 
Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 


604  WEDDING   HYMNS. 

890  8s  &  78.  Anon. 
A  Marriage  Hymn, 

LORD,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing 
On  the  happy  pair  to  rest; 
May  thy  goodness,  never  ceasing, 
Make  them  now  and  ever  blest. 

2  Thou  canst  change  the  course  of  nature. 

Turning  water  into  wine; 

But  we  ask  a  greater  favor — 

May  they  be  forever  thine. 

3  Thine  by  cov'nant  and  adoption. 

Thine  by  free  aad  sov'reign  grace; 
May  they,  in  each  word  and  action. 
Do  thy  will  and  speak  thy  praise. 

4  Gracious  Lord,  from  thy  free  bounty. 

Fill  their  basket  and  their  store; 
Give  them,  with  their  health  and  plenty. 
Hearts  thy  goodness  to  adore. 

5  Often  from  their  happy  dwelling. 

May  the  voice  of  prayer  ascend, 
For  thy  mercies  still  increasing, 
To  their  best,  their  kindest  Friend. 

6  Through  this  life's  tempestuous  ocean, 

Storms  are  thick  and  dangers  nigh; 
O  may  constant  pure  devotion. 

Guide  them  safe  to  realms  on  high. 

891  L.  M.  Anon. 
The  Nuptial  Vow. 

WITH  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays, 
We  sing  before  th'  Eternal  Throne, 
And  offer  up  our  humble  praise 
To  him  whose  name  is  God  alone. 


TEMPERANCE.  605 

2  At  this  auspicious  hour  draw  near, 

And  shed  thy  richest  blessings  down; 
Fill  ev'rv  heart  with  love  sincere. 
And  all  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

3  Grant  now  thy  presence,  gracious  Lord, 

And  hearken  to  our  fervent  pray'r; 
The  nuptial  vow  in  heav'n  record. 
And  bless  the  newly-mamed  pair. 

4  Oh  guide  them  safe  this  desert  through, 

'Mid  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love; 
May  they  with  joy  thy  glories  view, 
In  the  eternal  world  above. 


TEMPERANCE. 

892  C.  M.  Anon. 

"  Who  is  my  Neighbor  ? " 

THY  neighbor  ?  It  is  he  whom  thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hands  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  'Tis  the  fainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim; 
Whom  hunger  sends  from  door  to  door — 
Go  thou,  and  succor  him, 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  'Tis  that  drunken  man. 

Whose  years  are  at  their  brim; 
But  low  with  poverty  and  pain — 
Go,  thou,  and  rescue  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor  ?  'Tis  his  wife  bereft 

Cf  eveiy  earthly  gem — 
His  wife  and  children,  helpless  left — 
Go  thou,  and  shelter  them. 


WW>  TEMPERANCE 

5  Where'er  thou  meet'st  a  human  form, 
'Neath  drunkenness  bent  down; 
Remember,  'tis  thy  neighbor  -worm— 
Thv  brother,  or  thy  son. 

893  L.  M.  Anon. 

Thanksgiving  for  the  Reform  of  a  Drunkard. 

¥E  praise  Thee,  Lord !  if  but  one  soul. 
While  the  past  year  prolonged  its  flight. 
Turned  shudd'ring  from  the  pois'nous  bowl, 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light. 

2  We  praise  Thee — if  one  clouded  home. 

Where  broken  heai'ts  despairing  pined, 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come. 
Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind. 

3  N'o  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 

Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end — 
"No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace.  Almighty  King  ! 

Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand; 
Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 

894  C.  M.  Amn. 

Ravages  of  Intemperance. 
TXTEMP'E  ANCE,  like  a  raging  flood 
JL  Is  .sweeping  o'er  the  land; 
Its  dire  efTects,  in  tears  and  blood. 
Are  trac'd  on  every  hand. 

2  It  still  flows  on,  and  bears  away 
Ten  thousands  to  their  doom: 
Who  shall  the  mighty  torrent  stay, 
And  disappoint  the  tomb  ? 


TEMPERANCE.  607 

3  Almighty  God !  no  hand  but  thine 

Can  check  the  flowing  tide; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  power  divine, 
And  bid  the  flood  subside. 

4  Dry  up  the  source  from  whence  it  flows, 

Destroy  its  fountain  head: 
That  dire  Interap'rance  and  its  woes 
No  more  the  eai'Lh  o'erspread. 


895  L.  M.  Anon. 
Total  Ahstinance. 

OH  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 
Nor  look  on  wine  when  it's  red; 
At  last  like  a  serpent  at  play, 

It  stings  and  the  poison  will  spread. 
The  eyes  it  inflames  with  desire. 

The  heart  with  all  manner  of  sin, 
It  setteth  the  bosom  on  fire. 
Consuming  the  spirit  within. 

2  Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away. 

Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red; 
Though  urg'd  by  the  wealthy  and  gay, 

Eemember  the  blood  it  hath  shed  ! 
Touch  not  with  the  poison  thy  lips. 

If  thou  wouldst  be  free  from  its  pains; 
For  he  is  in  danger  who  sips — 

He  only  is  safe  who  abstains. 

896  L-  M.  Sargent. 
"Strong  Drink  is  Raging." 

SLAVERY  and  death  the  cup  contains; 
Dash  to  the  earth  the  poisoned  bowl  I 
Softer  than  silk  are  iron  chains, 
Compai-ed  with  those  that  chafe  the  soul. 


608  TEMPERANCE. 

2  Hosannas,  Lord  !  to  Thee  we  sing, 

Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys: 
What  countless  thousands  tribute  bring, 
For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days  ! 

3  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed, 

!Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound; 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed  ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found  ! 

4  Spare,  Lord!  the  thoughtless;  guide  the  blind; 

Till  man  no  more  shall  deem  it  just 
To  live  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 

897  C.  M.  Anon. 

'  Sympathy  for  the  Drunkard. 

HELP  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man, 
In  all  his  sin  and  woe; 
And  let  our  bright  example  teach 
The  way  he  ought  to  go. 

2  Let  not  our  conduct  harden  him; 

But  fill  our  our  souls  with  care. 
To  snatch  him  from  the  pit  of  death. 
And  break  the  fatal  snare. 

3  Inflam'd  with  love  and  holy  zeal, 

Ne'er  would  we  cease  to  pray. 
And  watch  and  strive,  that  he  may  reach 
The  realms  of  endless  day. 

898  8s,  7s,  &  4s.  Anon. 
For  Temperance  Meetings. 

ROUND  the  temp'rance  standard  rally, 
All  the  friends  of  human  kind; 
Snatch  the  devotees  of  folly. 
Wretched,  perishing  and  blind: 

Louoly  tell  them 
How  they  comfort  now  may  find. 


FOR  SEAMEN.  609 

Bear  llie  blissful  tidings  onwards. 
Bear  them  all  the  world  around; 

Let  the  myriads  thronging  downwards, 
Hear  the  sweet  and  blissful  sound, 

And,  obeying, 
In  the  paths  of  peace  be  found. 

Plant  the  temp'rance  standard  firmly. 

Round  it  live,  and  round  it  die; 
Young  and  old  defend  it  sternly. 

Till  we  gain  the  victoiy, 
And  all  nations 

Hail  the  happy  Jubilee. 


FOR  SEAMEN. 

899  L.  M.  WaUs. 

The  Seamen's  Song. 

WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 
With  hardy  mariners  survey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  sea. 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favor  of  the  wind; 

Till  God  command,  and  tempests  rise, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 

3  WTien  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Bereaved  of  hope,  to  God  they  cry: 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address. 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

4  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 
And  stormy  tempests  cease  to  rage; 
The  grateful  band  their  fears  give  o'er. 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  shore. 

:^9 


610  FOR    SEAMEN. 

5  0,  may  the  sous  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
Let  them  their  purest  offerings  bring. 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 

900  C.  M.  Addison. 
The  Christian  Mariner  Safe. 

HOW  are  thy  servants  blest,  0  Lord  ! 
How  sure  is  their  defense  1 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide. 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote. 

Supported  by  thy  care. 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt. 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air, 

3  When  b}^  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave. 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear. 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid;  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore; 
We'll  praise  ihee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

901  L.  M.  Cowper. 
Temptation  Compared  to   a  Storm, 

THE  billows  swell;  the  winds  are  high; 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky: 
Out  of  the  depths  to  tliee  I  call; 
"    My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 


FOR   SEAMEX.  6lt 

2  O  Lord,  tlie  pilot's  part  perform. 

And  guide  and  guard  lue  through  the  storm 
Defend  nie  from  each  threatening  ill; 
Contiol  the  waves;  say,  "  Peace  !  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care. 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-tossed,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Savior  through  the  floods  I  seek; 

Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  rain 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 


902  C.  M.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  Seamen. 

WE  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
And,  with  united  pleas, 
We  meet  and  pray  for  those  who  roam 
Far  off  upon  the  seas. 

2  0,  may  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 

The  sailor's  heart  to  thee. 
Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea. 

3  Then  may  a  Savior's  dying  love 

Pour  peace  into  his  breast. 
And  waft  him  to  the  port  above 
Of  everlasting  rest. 


012  FOR   SEAMEN. 

903  L.  M.        L.  H.  Sigourney. 
Prayer  at  Sea. 

PRAYER  may  be  s-u^eet  in  cottage  homes, 
"Where  sire  and  child  devoutly  kneel. 
While  through  the  open  casement  nigh 
The  vernal  blossoms  fragrant  steal. 

2  Prayer  may  be  sweet  in  stately  halls. 

Where  heart  with  kindred  heart  is  blent, 
And  upward  to  th'  eternal  throne 
The  hymn  of  praise  melodious  sent. 

3  But  he  who  fain  would  know  how  warm 

The  soul's  appeal  to  God  may  be. 
From  friends  and  native  land  should  turn 
A  wanderer  on  the  faithless  sea; — 

4  Should  hear  its  deep,  imploring  tone 

Rise  heavenward  o'er  the  foaming  surge, 
When  billows  toss  the  fragile  bark. 
And  fearful  blasts  the  conflict  urge. 

5  IST ought,  nought  appears  but  sea  and  sky; 

Xo  refuge  where  the  foot  may  flee: 
How  will  he  cast,  0  Rock  divine, 
The  anchor  of  his  soid.  on  thee. 

904  C.  M.  Anon. 
Thanksgiving  for  Deliverance  in  a  Storm. 

OUR  little  bark,  on  boisterous  seas. 
By  cruel  tempests  tost. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 
Expecting  to  be  lost, — 

2  We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  pra^-er. 
Breathed  out  our  sad  distress; 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 
Wo  begged  return  of  peace. 


von.    SEAMEN.  613 

3  Then  caused  the  stormy  winds  to  blow; 

The  surges  ceased  to  rollj 

And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 

Spoke  comfort  to  the  soul. 

4  0,  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts 

Their  hallelujahs  sing 
To  hira  who  hath  our  lives  preserved, — 
Our  Savior  and  our  King. 

905  L.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

TJte  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

WHEN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  tntin, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Savior  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly-  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Isow,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever,  and  forevermore, — 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem  I 


614  FOR    SEAMEN. 

906  12s.  Heber. 
'' Save,  Lord,  or  we  Perish." 

WHEK  thro'  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest 
is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is 

gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  raj,  the  poor  seamen  to 

cherish. 
We  fly  to  our  Maker, — "  Save,  Lord,  or  we 
perish." 

2  0  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the  bil- 

low. 
Aroused   by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy 

pillow, — 
Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish. 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we 

perish." 

3  And,  0,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

raging. 
When  sin  in  our  hearts   its  sad  warfare  is 

waging, 
Then  send  down  thy  grace,  thy  redeemed  to 

cherish; 
Eebuke  the   destroyer, — ''  Save,  Lord,  or  we 

perish." 

907  8s  7s  &  4s.  Anon. 
Christ  the  Guidig  Star  at  Sea. 

STAR  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary. 
Far,  far  at  sea, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 
2  Star  of  hope,  gleam  on  the  billow, 
Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee; 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow. 
Far,  far  at  sea,  ttc. 


FOa    SKAMEX.  615 

3  star  of  faith,  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea,  &c. 

4  Star  divine,  0  safely  guide  him. 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee; 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea,  <fec. 

5  Star  of  hope,  gleams  on  the  billow, 

Bless  the  sotil  that  sighs  for  thee; 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea,  <fec. 

908  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Tempest. 

THE  tempest  beat  against  mv  bark. 
The  wrathful  winds  were  high; 
And  threatening  blasts,  like  couriers,  brought 
Dark  tidings  from  the  sky; 

2  And  hoarsely  o'er  my  sinking  head 

Eoll'd  on  the  thundering  sea; — 
Then,  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
O,  Lord  !  I  cried  to  thee ! 

3  The  faithless  sun  behind  the  cloud 

Withdrew  his  guarding  light; 
And  every  star  its  lamp  withheld 
From  that  portentous  night. 

4  They  fled  and  left  me  all  alone, 

In  darkness,  and  in  fear; 
And  so  I  told  my  woes  to  God, 
And  He  vouchsafd  to  heai*. 

5  Yes,  from  the  lowest  depths  to  Him 

I  rais'd  a  fervent  cry; 
Why  should  a  helpless  worm  despair, 
When  such  a  friend  is  nigh  ? 


616 


909  7s.  Anon 

On  Going  on  Shipboard. 

LORD,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey, 
Guide  us  through  the  watery  way; 
In  the  hollow  of  thy  hand 
Hide,  and  bring  us  safe  to  land 

2  Jesus,  let  our  faithful  mind 
Rest,  on  thee  alone  reclined; 
Every  anxious  thought  repress. 
Keep  our  souls  in  perfect  peace. 

3  Keep  the  souls  whom  now  we  leave, 
Bid  them  to  each  other  cleave; 

Bid  them  walk  on  life's  rough  sea; 
Bid  them  come  by  faith  to  thee. 

4  Save,  till  all  these  tempests  end. 
All  who  on  thy  love  depend; 
Waft  our  happy  spirits  o'er. 
Land  us  on  the  heavenly  shore. 


PEACE. 

910  8s  &  7s.  Gilbert 

The  Reign  of  Peace. 

HARK !  the  sounds  of  joy  and  gladness; 
Whence  the  shout  of  rui'al  mirth? 
Man  repents  his  murderous  madness, 

Man,  the  tiger  of  the  earth  ! 
Lo !  the  glittering  sword  descending, 
Cleaves  the  soil  it  drenched  before; 
And  the  spear,  the  vintage  tending, 
Gives  its  work  of  carnage  o'er. 


617 


2  Men,  not  now  their  hands  imbruing. 

Brother,  in  a  brother's  blood. 
Sport  with  terror,  death,  and  ruin. 

Reckless  borne  on  passion's  flood; 
Arts  of  peace,  the  nation's  blessing. 

Clothe  the  hills,  the  valleys  cheer; 
While  the  world,  its  wrongs  redressing, 

Breathes  a  new.  Sabbatic  year. 

3  Lord  of  earth  !  its  mournful  story 

Hasten,  in  Thy  grace,  to  close; 
Bring  the  days  of  brighter  glory. 

Calm  its  tumults,  heal  its  woes; 
All,  around  the  cross  uniting. 

Blend  in  one  harmonious  throng; 
Peace,  the  rolls  of  time  inditing, 

Love,  the  universal  song. 


911  L.  M.  Anon. 

Peace,  the  Watchword  of  Angels. 

'*  T)EACE,"  was  the  song  the  angels  sang, 

JT   When  Jesus  sought  this  vale  of  tears. 
And  sweet  that  heavenly  prelude  rang. 

To  calm  the  watchful  shepherd's  fears: 
"  War,"  is  the  word  that  man  hath  spoke. 

Convulsed  by  passion  dark  and  dread; 
And  pride  enforced  a  lawless  yoke. 

E'en  while  the  gospel's  banner  spread. 

2  "  Peace"  was  the  prayer  the  Savior  breathed 

When  from  our  world  his  steps  withdrew; 
The  gift  he  to  his  friends  bequeathed. 

With  Calvaiy  and  the  cross  in  view: — 
Redeemer !  with  adoring  love. 

Our  spirits  take  thy  rich  bequest, 
The  watchword  of  the  host  above. 

The  passport  to  their  realms  of  rest. 


G18  PEACE. 

912  L.  M.  Anon. 
"  Peace  and  Good  Will." 

THE    star    was    bright    o'er    Bethlehem's 
plain. 
The  shepherds  ■^atch'd  their  fleecy  ti'ain, 
When  sudden  gleam'd  the  sky — the  tongue 
Of  angel  bands  in  concert  sung. 

2  "  Peace  and  good  will,"  eternal  song; 
"  Good  will,"  while  ages  roll  along; 
The  Savior  comes,  let  nations  hear, — 
Be  hush'd  each  grief,  be  wiped  each  tear. 

3  No  more  shall  war  bear  iron  sway. 
Vengeance  and  wrath  shall  pass  away; 
Oppression  bind  no  more  its  chain. 
And  gladness  dwell  on  earth  again. 

4  The  hai-p  that  melted  Eden's  bower, 
Shall  breathe  once  more  its  soothing  power; 
And  peace  and  praise,  and  truth  shall  bless 
The  world  with  hope  and  loveliness. 

913  L.  p.  M.  Anon. 
War  Lamented. 

OUR  earth  we  now  lament  to  sec. 
With  floods  of  wickedness  o'erflow'd; 
With  vi'lence,  wrong,  and  cruelty. 

One  wide-extended  field  of  blood, 
Where  men  like  fiends  each  other  tear, 
In  all  the  hellish  rage  of  war. 

2  0,  might  the  universal  Friend, 
This  havoc  of  his  creatures  see ! 
Bid  our  unnatural  discord  end; 
Declare  us  reconcil'd  in  thee: 
Write  kindness  on  our  inward  parts, 
And  chase  the  murderer  from  our  hearts. 


AFFLICTION'    AND   HUMILIATION'.  G19 

3  Who  now  against,  each  othei'  rise, 

The  nations  of  the  earth  constrain. 

To  follow  after  peace,  and  prize 

The  blessings  of  thy  righteous  reign, 

The  joys  of  unity  to  prove, 

The  paradise  of  perfect  love. 

914  C.  M.  Anon. 

Horrors  of  War. 

0  CHRISTIAN,  see  that  dread  array, 
A  raarshall'd  army  stand; 
Hear  the  drums  beat — 'tis  battle-day, 
And  madness  leads  the  band. 

2  'Mid  clash  of  arms  and  cannon's  roar. 

And  shrieks  that  rend  the  skies; 
In  torrents  deep  of  human  gore, 
Man  curses  man,  and  dies  ! 

3  Was  it  "  To  arms,"  the  Savior  said, 

When  enemies  were  round  ? 
Did  he  call  legions  to  his  aid. 
And  dash  them  to  the  ground  ? 

4  0  no !  his  words  were  all  "  Forgive," 

And  meekly  bore  the  ill; 
He  died  himself  that  thoy  might  live, 
And  Christ  is  mercy  still. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 

915  C.  M.  Moore. 

Light  in  Darkness. 


0 


Thou  who  diw'st  the  mourner's  tear. 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 


If,  pierced  by  sin  and  sorrow  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee ! 


6ii0  AFFLICTION    AND    IIUMILIATIOX. 

'2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes,  are  flown; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart. 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 
A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears. 
Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too, — 

5  O,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom. 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-brancli  from  above  ? 

6  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ra^-, 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

916  C.  M  Beddomc. 

The  Benefit  of  Affiiciion. 

OGOD,  to  thee  my  sinking  soul 
In  deep  distress*^  doth  fly ; 
Thy  love  can  all  mj  griefs  control. 
And  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  How  oft,  when  dark  misfortune's  band 

Around  their  victim  stood, 
The  seeming  ill,  at  thy  command. 
Hath  changed  to  real  good ! 

3  The  tempest  that  obscured  the  sky 

Hath  set  my  bosom  free 
From  earthly  care  and  sensual  joy, 
And  turned  my  thoughts  to  thee. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION.  G21 

4  Affliction's  blast  hath  made  me  learn 
To  feel  for  others'  woe, 
And  humblv  seek,  with  deep  concerr 
My  own  defects  to  know. 

o  Then  rage,  xe  storms;  ye  billows,  roar; 
My  heart  defies  your  shock; 
Ye  made  me  cling  to  God  the  more — 
To  God,  my  sheltering  Rock. 


917  C.  M.  Watts. 

Reliej  from  National  Judgments  Implored. 

LORD,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land; 
Behold,  thy  people  mourn; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand ; 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand; 
0,  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

3  Then  shall  our  loud  and  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God, 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 


918  C.  M.  Wesley. 

Tfie  Lord  is  my  Rock. 

THOU  rock  of  my  salvation,  haste; 
Extend  thine  ample  shade; 
And  let  it  over  me  be  cast, 
To  screen  mv  naked  head. 


6^  AFFLICTION  AX]>  HrMILIATION. 

2  Defend  me  in  this  trying  hour; 

My  sure  protection  be; 
My  shelter  from  the  tempest's  power, 
Till  I  am  fix'd  on  thee. 

3  0  set  upon  thyself  my  feet. 

And  make  me  surely  stand; 
From  fierce  temptation's  rage  and  heat 
Protect  me  with  thy  hand. 

4  Now  let  me  in  the  cleft  be  placed; 

Nor  my  defense  remove; 
Within  thine  arms  of  love  embraced, — 
Thine  arms  of  endless  love. 

919  C.  M.  S.  Stenneit. 

Pleading  with  God  under  Affliction, 

WHY  should  a  living  man  complain 
Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  every  sigh  and  every  pain 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

2  No,  Lord,  I'll  patiently  submit, 

Nor  ever  dare  rebel; 
Yet  sure  1  may,  here  at  thy  feet, 
My  painful  feelings  tell. 

3  Thou  seest  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise. 

And  beat  upon  my  soul: 

One  trouble  to  another  cries; 

Billows  on  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  from  hope  to  fear. 

My  shipwrecked  soul  is  tost, 
Till  I  am  tempted,  in  despair. 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I'll  lookj 

Once  more  to  thee,  my  God; 
0,  fix  my  feet  upon  the  rock, 
Beyond  the  raging  flood. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION'.  623 

One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face 

Will  set  Toy  heart  at  ease; 
One  all-commanding  word  of  grac^ 

Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

920  L.  M.  Coicper. 
Sanctified   Affliction. 

LORD,  tmafflicted,  undismayed, 
In  pleasure's  path  how  long  I  strayed ! 
But  thou  hast  made  me  feel  thy  rod. 
And  turned  my  soul  to  thee  my  God. 

2  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart  ? 
I  bless  thy  hand  which  caused  the  smart; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  saved  me  from  eternal  woe. 

3  0,  hadst  thou  left  me  un chastised. 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised; 
And  still  the  snare,  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betrayed. 

4  I  love  thy  chastenings,  O  my  God; 
They  fix  ray  hopes  on  thy  abode. 
Where,  in  thy  pi-esence,  fully  blest, 
Thy  stricken  saints  forever  rest. 

921  C.  M.  Rippon, 
Judgments  for  National  Sins  Deprecated. 

ALMIGHTY  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend; 
'Tis  on  thy  pardoning  grace  alone 
Our  dying  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  power  display; 
Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 


624  AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 

3  How  changed,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin. 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4  0,  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord; 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word. 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 

"We  will  not  yield  to  fear. 
Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
W^hen  thou,  0  God,  art  near. 

922  S.  M.  Anon. 
Tribulation  to  be  Expected. 

S  strangers  here  below. 
With  various  woes  oppress'd, 
We  must  through  tribulation  go 
To  our  eternal  rest. 

2  Thus  Christ,  our  glorious  Head, 

Ascended  to  his  throne: — 
Why  should  his  servants  fear  to  trea«l 
The  way  their  Lord  has  gone  ? 

3  The  path  to  glory  lies 

Through  conflict  and  distress: — 
But  joyful  we  at  length  shall  rise. 
The  kingdom  to  possess. 

923  8s<fe7s.  Anon 
The   Waves  of  Affliction. 

LONE,  amidst  the  dead  and  dying, 
Lord,  mj"  spirit  faints  for  Thee; 
Longing,  thiVstiug,  drooping,  sighing, — 
When  shall  I  Thy  presence  see  ? 


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AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION.  025 

2  0,  how  altered  m\'  condition; 

Lato  I  led  the  joyous  throng; 
Beat  my  heart  -with  full  fruition. 
Flowed  my  lips  with  grateful  song. 

3  Now  the  storm  goes  wildly  o'er  me. 

Waves  on  waves  my  soul  confound; 
Nought  but  boding  fears  before  me, 
Nought  but  threat'ning  foes  around. 

4  Save  me,  save  me,  0  my  Father  ! 

To  thy  faithful  word  I  cling; 
Thence,  my  soul !  thy  comfort  gather; 
Hope  !  and  thou  again  shait  sing. 


924  8s  &  4s.  Anon. 

Weep  not  for  Me. 

WHEN  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 
Weep  not  for  me; 
When  the  languid  eye  is  streaming. 

Weep  not  for  me; 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
*Tis  the  fettered  soul's  releasing — 
Weep  not  for  me ! 

2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me. 
Weep  not  for  me; 
Christ  is  mine,  He  cannot  fail  me — 

Weep  not  for  me: 
Yet  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor 
From  His  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  for  ever: 
Weep  not  for  me  ! 
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626  AFFLICTION'  AN'D  HUMILIATION. 

925  L.  M.  Kelly. 
Encouragement  to  the  Jfflicted. 

POOR  and  afflicted,  Lord,  are  thine, 
Among  the  great  nnfit  to  shine; 
But  though  the  world  may  think  it  strange. 
They  would  not  with  the  world  exchange. 

2  Poor  and  afflicted — 'tis  their  lot. 
They  know  it,  and  they  murmur  not; 
'Twould  ill-become  them  to  refuse 

The  state  their  Master  deigned  to  choose. 

3  Poor  and  afflicted — yet  they  sing, 
For  Jesus  is  their  glorious  King; 
Through  sufferings  perfect  now  he  reigns. 
And  shares  in  all  their  griefs  and  pains. 

4  Poor  and  afflicted — but  ere  long 
They  join  the  bright  celestial  throng; 
Their  sufferings  then  will  reach  a  close, 
And  heaven  afford  them  sweet  repose. 

926  L-  M,  Madame  Gidon. 
Contentment  under  Sorrow. 

"F  life  in  sorrow  must  be  spent. 
So  be  it ;   I  am  well  content; 
And  meekly  wait  my  last  remove, 
Desiring  only  trustful  love. 

2  1^0  bliss  I'll  seek,  but  to  fulfill 
In  life,  in  death.  Thy  perfect  will; 
No  succors  in  my  woes  I  want. 
But  what  my  Lord  is  pleased  to  grant. 

3  Our  days  are  numbered:  let  us  spare 
Our  anxious  hearts  a  needless  care: 
'Tis  Thine  to  number  out  our  days; 
'Tis  ours  to  give  them  to  Thy  praise.  ' 


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AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION.  627 

4  Faith  is  our  only  business  here, — 
Faith  simple,  constant   and  sincere; 
O  blessed  days  Thy  servants  see  ! 
Thus  spent,  0  Lord  !  in  pleasing  Thee. 


927  C.  P.  M.  Anon. 

Mutual  Trials. 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress. 
My  comrades  in  the  "srilderness, 
"Who  still  your  bodies  feel; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears. 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 

The  saint's  secure  abode; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies. 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  "Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here. 
We  shall  before  his  face  appeal". 

And  by  his  side  sit  down: 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure; 
Ana  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 


928  L.  M.  Fawcett. 

As  Thy  Days  is,  so  is  Thy  Strength. 

AFFLICTED  saint!  to  Christ  draw  near. 
Thy  Savior's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee 
That  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 


UaO  AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 

2  Tliy  faith  is  -weak,  thy  foes  arc  strong; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long. 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee, 
For  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  sec 

That  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  "When  called  by  him  to  bear  the  cross, 
Reproach,  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  and  poverty. 

Still  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  When  death  at  length  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue, — 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free; 

And  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be," 


929  7s.  Anon. 

Sick-bed  Softened  by  Jesus. 

OHOW  soft  that  bed  must  be, 
^  Made  in  sickness,  Lord,  by  Thee; 
And  that  rest,  how  calm,  how  sweet. 
Where  Jesus  and  the  sufferer  meet. 

2  It  was  the  good  Physician  now. 
Soothed  thy  cheek,  and  chafed  thy  brow, 
Whispering,  as  He  raised  thy  head — 

"  It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  God  of  glory,  God  of  grace. 

Hear  from  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place; 
Hear,  in  mercy,  and  forgive. 
Bid  thy  child  believe  and  live. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 


4  Bless  me,  and  I  shall  be  blest, 
Sooth  me,  and  I  shall  have  rest; 
Fix  my  heart,  my  hopes,  above; 
Love  me,  Lord,  for  Thou  art  love. 


930  C.  M.  Ckitton. 

The  Deeps  of  Affliction. 

AFFLICTION^  is  a  stormy  deep. 
Where  wave  resounds  to  wave; 
Though  o'er  our  heads  the  billows  roll, 
We  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  When  darkness,  and  when  sorrows  rose. 

And  pressed  on  every  side. 
The  Lord  hath  still  sustained  our  steps. 
And  still  hath  been  our  Guide. 

3  Perhaps,  before  the  morning  dawn. 

He  will  restore  our  peace; 
For  he  who  bade  the  tempest  roar, 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

4  Here  will  we  rest,  here  build  our  hopes, 

Nor  murmur  at  His  rod; 
He's  more  to  us  than  all  the  world. 
Our  Health,  our  Life,  our  God. 


931  7s.  Montgomery. 

My  Baric  Tempest-tossed. 

HEARKEN",  Lord,  to  my  complaints. 
For  my  soul  within  me  faints; 
Thee,  far  off,  I  call  to  mind. 
In  the  land  I  left  behind, 
Where  the  streams  of  Jordan  flow. 
Where  the  hights  of  Hermon  glow. 


630  AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 

2  Tempest-tost,  my  failing  bark 
Founders  on  the  ocean  dark; 
Deep  to  deep  around  me  calls, 
With  the  rush  of  waterfalls, 
While  I  plunge  to  lower  caves, 
Overwhelmed  by  all  Thy  waves. 

3  Once  the  morning's  earliest  light 
Brought  Thy  mercy  to  my  sight. 
And  my  wakeful  song  was  heard, 
Later  than  the  evening  bird; 
Hast  Thou  all  my  prayers  forgot  ? 
Dost  Thou  scorn,  or  hear  them  not  ? 

4  Why,  my  soul,  art  thou  perplex'd  ? 
Why  with  faithless  troubles  vex'd  ? 
Hope  in  God,  whose  saving  name 
Thou  shalt  joyfully  proclaim. 
When  His  countenance  shall  shine 
Through  the  clouds  that  darken  thine. 


932  C  M.  Heginbotham. 

Comfort  in  Sickness  and  Death. 

WHEN  sickness  shakes  the  languid  frame, 
Each  phantom  pleasure  flies; 
Vain  hopes  of  bliss  no  more  obscure 
Our  long-deluded  eyes. 

2  The  tottering  frame  of  mortal  life 

Shall  crumble  into  dust; 
Nature  shall  faint  ;  but  learn,  my  soul. 
On  nature's  God  to  trust. 

3  The  man  whose  pious  heart  is  fixed 

Securel}-  on  his  God, 
In  every  frown  may  comfort  find. 
And  kiss  the  chastening  rod. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION.  63X 

4  Nor  Liiu  shall  death  itself  alarm; 
On  heaven  his  soul  relies; 
With  joy  he  views  his  Maker's  love, 
And  with  composure  dies, 

933  8s  <fe  7s.  Arwn. 
Onward,  Christian. 

ONWARD,  Christian,  though  the  region. 
Where  thou  art,  be  drear  and  lone; 
God  has  set  a  guardian  legion 
Veiy  near  thee — ^press  thou  on  ! 

2  Listen,  Christian,  their  Hosanna 

Rolleth  o'er  thee, — "God  is  Love." 
Write  upon  thy  red-cross  banner, 
"TJpwai'd  ever, — heaven's  above." 

3  By  the  thorn -road,  and  none  other. 

Is  the  mount  of  vision  won; 
Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother  I 
Jesus  trod  it, — press  thou  on  ! 

4  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  sti-onger, 

For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace; 
While  it  needs  thee,  0,  no  longer, 
Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release. 

5  Pray  thou.  Christian,  daily,  rather. 

That  thou  be  a  faithful  son; 
By  the  prayer  of  Jesus — "Father, 
Not  my  will,  but  Thine,  be  done  !  " 

934  C.  M.  Toplady. 
Sweetness  of  Submission. 

WHEN"  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away; — 


632  AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love; 
Sweet  to  look  upwai'd  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above; — 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own; — 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  love  can  never  end; 
Sweet  on  the  promise  of  his  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend; — 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands. 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Directly,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

935  8s,  7s,  &  4s.  Anon. 

Prayer  for  Guidance  in  Trials. 
n  ENTLY,  Lord,  0  gently  lead  us 
It  Thro'  this  lowly  vale  of  tears, 
And,  0,  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 

0,  refresh  us — 
0,  refresh  us  with  thy  grace. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us. 
From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  He'll  ne'er  forget  us. 
But  will  save  from  every  sin. 

Therefore  praise  Him — 
Praise  the  great  lledeeraer's  name. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATIOX.  633 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee. 

And  thou  ti'ead'st  the  thorny  road; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee; 
Soon  He'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ! 

Therefore  praise  Him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  0  that  I  could  now  adore  Him, 

Like  the  heavenly  host  above. 
Who  forever  bow  before  Him, 
And  unceasing  sing  His  love  ! 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 

936  [374]  C.  M.  Raffles. 

A  Submissive  and  Docile  Spirit. 

THOU  boundless  Source  of  every  good, 
Our  best  desires  fulfill; 
We  would  adore  thy  wondrous  grace, 
And  mark  thy  sovereign  will. 

2  In  all  thy  mercies  may  our  souls 

Thy  bounteous  goodness  see; 

Nor  let  the  gifts  thy  hand  imparts 

Estrange  our  hearts  from  thee. 

3  Teach  us,  in  time  of  deep  distress, 

To  own  thy  hand,  O  God, 
And  in  submissive  silence  learn 
The  lessons  of  thy  rod. 

4  In  every  changing  scene  of  life, 

Whate'er  that  scene  may  be. 
Give  us  a  meek  and  humble  mind, — 
A  mind  at  peace  with  thee. 

5  Do  thou  direct  our  steps  aright; 

Help  us  thy  name  to  fear; 
And  give  us  grace  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  strength  to  persevere. 


634  AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATION. 

6  Then  may  we  close  our  eyes  in  death, 
Without  a  fear  or  care; 
For  death  is  life,  and  labor  rest. 
If  thou  art  with  us  there. 

937  L.  M.  Wcrtts. 
Trial  of  Abraham. 

SAIN'TS,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word, 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord: 
He  will  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abrah'm  with  obedient  hand 
Led  forth  his  son,  at  God's  command: 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took. 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  "  Abrah'm,  forbear,"  the  angel  cried, 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thj'  love  is  tried: 
Thy  "son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed, 
.    Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bless'd  indeed." 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  delivering  power: 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 

938  C.  M.  Barton. 

Walking  in  the  Light. 

WALK  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know 
That  fellowship  of  love. 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow. 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 
Thy  heart  made  truly  His, 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is; 


AFFLICTrON  AND  HUMILIATION.  G35 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away, 
Because  that  Light  hath  on  thee  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  and  e'en  the  tomb 

No  fearful  shade  shall  wear; 
Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
For  Christ  hath  conquered  there. 

5  Walk  in  the  light !  thy  path  shall  be 

Peaceful,  serene  and  bright: 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  Light. 


I 


939  Ss  &  7s  Anon. 

I  am  Weary. 
am  weary,  I  am  weary 
Of  the  cares  and  toils  of  life; 
I  am  weary  of  its  sorrows; 
I  am  weary  of  its  strife; 
I  am  weary  of  its  flowers. 

That  bloom  so  soon  to  die; 
And  the  immortal  spirit  pineth 
For  its  home  beyond  the  sky. 

2  I  am  weary  of  the  trifles 
That  occupy  my  days; 

I  am  weaiy  of  the  longing 
For  human  love  and  praise; 

I  am  weary  of  thoughts  that  turn 
So  constantly  to  earth, 

FaiD  would  my  spirit  rise  above 
Its  idle  joy  and  mirth. 

3  I  have  seen  the  flowers  wither; 
I  have  seen  the  loved  ones  die: 

I  have  seen  the  clouds  of  sorrow 
Overcast  youth's  summer  sky; 


636  AFFLICTION  AXD  HUMILIATION. 

I  am  pining,  I  am  pining 

For  my  home  among  the  blest; 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  -vreary  are  at  rest. 

940  C.  M.  Noel, 
The  Hope  of  Peace  at  Last. 

¥HEiSr  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last. 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise. 

And  dread  a  Father's  will; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies. 
And  would  not  suffer  still. 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light. 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  0  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  earthborn  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night. 
My  Savior's  bliss  to  share. 

941  S.  M.  Anon, 

Afflictions  Projitahle. 

IF,  through  unruffled  seas. 
Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail. 
With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  Thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise. 
And  rest  delay  to  come. 
Blest  be  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm. 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 


AFFLICTION  AND  HUMILIATiON.  637  . 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  Thy  control; 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  everj-  state. 

To  make  Thy  will  our  own; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart. 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

942  C.  M.  Wesley, 
God  our  Guide  in  Sorrow. 

ANGEL  of  God  !  whate'er  betide, 
Thy  summons  I  obey; 
Jesus  !  I  take  Thee  for  my  guide. 
And  walk  in  Thee  my  way. 

2  Secure  from  danger  and  from  dread, 

Not  earth  nor  hell  shall  move. 
Since  over  me  Thine  hand  hath  spread 
The  banner  of  thy  love. 

3  To  leave  my  Savior  I  disdain. 

Behind  I  will  not  stay. 
Though  shame,  and  loss,  and  bonds  and  pain. 
And  death  obstruct  the  way. 

4  Me  to  Thy  suffering  self  conform, 

And  arm  me  with  Thy  power. 
Then  burst  the  cloud,  descend  the  storm, 
And  come  the  fieiy  hour. 

943  0.  M.  Hart. 

Public  Humiliation. 

LORD,  look  on  all  assembled  here. 
Who  in  thy  presence  stand, 
To  offer  up  united  prayer 
For  this  our  sinfQl  land. 


638  AFFLICTIOX  AND  HUMILIATION. 

2  0,  irinj  Vt'c  all,  "with  one  consent, 

Fall  low  before  thy  throne. 
With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament, 
The  church's,  and  our  own. 

3  And  should  the  dread  decree  be  past. 

And  we  must  feel  the  rod, — 
Let  faith  and  patience  hold  us  fast 
To  our  correcting  God. 


944  c.  M 

Public  Supplication. 

WHEN  Abrah'm,  full  of  sacred  awe, 
Before  Jehovah  stood. 
And,  with  an  humble,  fervent  prayer. 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued, — 

2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace. 

Was  his  petition  crowned  ! 
The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  this  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

3  And  could  a  single  pious  soul 

So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  cry, 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain  ? 

4  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee 

Now,  as  in  ancient  times  ? 

Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 

GomoiTah  in  her  crimes  ? 

5  Still  we  are  thine;  we  bear  thy  name 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode: 
Long  has  thy  presence  blessed  our  land: 
Forsake  us  not,  0  God. 


DEATU    AND    FUNERALS.  639 


DEATH  AND  FUNERALS. 

945  L.  M.  Bathurst. 
The  Christian's  Parting  Hour. 

HOW  sweet  the  Lour  of  closing  day, 
When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
And  when  the  sun,  with  cloudless  ray, 
Sheds  mellow  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

2  Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour; 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest; 
When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 
Sustains  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 

3  Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye. 

That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek: 
They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh. 

In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 

4  A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 

The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road; 
And  angels  are  attending  near. 
To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

5  Who  would  not  wish  to  die  like  those 

Whom  God's  own  Spirit  deigns  to  bless, 
To  sink  into  that  soft  repose. 
Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness. 

946  [517]  L.  M.  BarhauU. 

The  End  of  that  Man  is  Peace. 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  -when  he  dies  1 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 

How  gently  heaves  the'  expiring  breast  I 


640  DEATH    AND   KUNERALS. 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  sliore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfetter'd  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  the'  unchanging  morn  appears  I 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell  1 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, — 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies. 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  I 


947  [487]  S.  M.    2  8s.         Montgomery. 

Friends  Separated  for  a  Season, 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs: 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end: 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death. 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 


DEATH    AND    FUNERALS.  641 

3  Tliore  is  a  world  above, 

Whove  parting  is  unkno"Wii; 
A  whole  eteruity  of  love, 

Forra'd  for  the  good  alone: 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines. 

Till  all  are  pass'd  away. 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day; 
N'or  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night. 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

948  [507]  C.  M.  Stennett. 

Death  of  Children. 

THY  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word. 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
"While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  I  take  these  little  lambs,  said  he, 

And  lay  them  in  my  breast; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  His  words  the  happy  parents  heai-. 

And  shout,  with  joys  divine, — 
O  Savior,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  thine. 
41 


6^  DEATH   AXD   FUNERALS. 

949  [501]  C.  M.  Wesley, 

Cfieerful  Submission  to  Death. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  or  die; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale. 
And  soar  to  worlds  on  high. 

2  Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest: 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants. 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

3  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 

4  I  suffer  on  my  three-score  years. 

Till  ray  Deliv'rer  come: 
And  wipes  away  his  servant's  tears, 
And  takes  his  exile  home. 

5  0,  what  has  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  mv  ravish'd  eyes, 
Bivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  Paradise  ! 

6  I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

"Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 

They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 

7  0,  what  are  all  my  suflF'rings  here. 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear. 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 


DEATH   A^^)   FUNERALS.  643 

8  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 
Take  life  or  friends  away: 
But  let  rae  find  the  blest  again, 
In  that  eternal  day. 

950  [510]  L.  M.  WaUs. 
Chrisfs  Presence  makes  Death  Easy. 

WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife. 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away: 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0  would  my  Lord  his  servant  meet. 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  ai'e, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

951  [502]  C.  M.  Watts. 

A  Voice  from  the  Grave. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
My  ears  attend  the  cry: — 
Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers; 
The  tail,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Sliall  lie  as  low  as  ours. 


644  DEATH    AND    FUXERAI.S. 

3  Groat  God  !  is  tliis  our  certain  doom, 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  tbe  power  of  quick'ning  grace. 

To  fit  our  souls  to  flj; 
Then  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

952  [504]  L.  M.  Wesley 
I  am  Going  the   Way  of  all  the  Earth. 

PASS  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years. 
And  all  that  now  in  bodies  live 
Shall  quit,  like  me,  the  vale  of  tears, 
Their  righteous  sentence  to  receive. 

2  But  all,  before  they  hence  remove. 

May  mansions  for  themselves  prepare 
111  that  eternal  house  above; 

And,  0  my  God,  shall  I  be  there  ? 

953  [499]  S.  I\I.  Watts. 
Sown  a  Natural  Body,  Raised  a  Spiritual  Body. 

AND  must  this  body  die — 
This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  CoiTuption,  earth,  and  worms. 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh. 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  ray  Eedeemcr  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  mv  dust. 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 


DEATU    AXD    FUNERALS.  645 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shajDe,  and  every  face. 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love: 
0  may  we  bless  thj^  grace  below, 
And  sing  thy  grace  above  ! 

6  Savior,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs. 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

954  c.  M.  Warn. 

Victory  over  the  Fears  of  Death, 

OFOR  an  overcoming  faith. 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  approaching  death. 
And  all  his  frightfill  powers. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  qui v 'ring  lips  should  sing, — 

Where  is  thy  boasted  vict'ry.  Grave  ? 

And  where,  O  Death,  thy  sting  ? 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  secure; 

Death  has  no  sting  beside: 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, — 
Who  makes  us  conqu'rors,  while  we  die. 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head. 


646  DEATU    AXD    FUNERALS. 

955  CM.  Peahody. 
Peaceful  Death  of  the  Pious. 

BEHOLD  the  western  eveuing  light ! 
It  melts  in  deepening  gloom; 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low  ;  the  yellow  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree; 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

3  How  beautiful,  on  all  the  hills. 

The  crimson  light  is  shed ! 
'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
So  sweet  the  memory  left  behind. 
When  loved  ones  i)reathe  their  last. 

5  And,  lo  !  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  vesper  star  appears  : 
So  faith  lights  up  the  mourner's  heart. 
Whose  eyes  are  dim  with  tears. 

956  L.  M.  Wesley. 
A  Peaceful  Death  Expected,  and  Prayed  For. 

SHRIXKIXG  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
I  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet; 
Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath. 
And  die, — my  fathers'  God  to  meet. 

2  Number'd  among  thy  people,  I 
Expect  with  joy  thy  face  to  see: 
Because  thou  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Jesus,  in  death  remember  rne  ! 


DEATH    AND   FUNERALS.  G47 

3  O  that,  without  a  ling'ring  groan, 

I  may  the  welcome  word  receive; 
My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down. 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live. 

4  Walk  with  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

And,  certified  that  thou  art  mine. 
My  spirit,  calm  and  undismay'd, 
I  shall  into  thy  hands  resign. 

5  No  anxious  doubt,  no  guilty  gloom. 

Shall  damp  whom  Jesus'  presence  cheers: 
My  Light,  my  Life,  my  God  is  come. 
And  glory  "in  his  face  appears. 

957  8  lines  8s.  Morris. 

TJie  Grave  Disarmed  of  its  Terrors. 

MAN"  dieth  and  wasteth  away, 
And  where  is  he  ? — ^Hark  !  from  the  skies 
I  hear  a  voice  answer  and  say, — 

The  spirit  of  man  never  dies  ! 
His  body,  which  came  from  the  earth. 
Must  mingle  again  with  the  sod; — 
His  soul,  which  in  heaven  had  birth. 
Returns  to  the  bosom  of  God. 

2  InTo  terror  has  death,  or  the  grave. 

To  those  who  believe  in  the  Lord — 
Who  know  the  Redeemer  can  save. 

And  lean  on  the  faith  of  his  word: 
While  ashes  to  ashes,  and  dust 

We  give  unto  dust,  in  our  gloom. 
The  light  of  salvation  we  trust. 

Which  hangs  like  a  lamp  in  the  tomb. 

3  0  Lord  God  Almighty  !  to  thee 

We  turn,  as  our  solace  above; 
The  waters  may  fail  from  the  sea, 
But  never  thy  fountains  of  love: 


648  DEATH   AND   FUNERALS. 

0  teach  us  tliy  will  to  obey. 

And  sing,  with  one  heart  and  accord, — 
He  gave,  and  he  taketh  away. 

And  praised  be  the  name  of  the  Lord. 


958  [500]  S.  M.  Wesley. 

Solemn  Thoughts  on  the  Future. 

AND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  ?  — 
A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierced  by  human  thought: 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead. 
Where  all  things  are  forgot  I 

2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go. 

What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe 

Must  then  my  portion  be: 
Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  fi'om  my  grave  shall  rise. 
And  see  the  Judge,  with  glory  crown'd. 

And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 

3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb — 

With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse  or  blessing,  meet  ? 
Will  angel  bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away. 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

4  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damned  cast  out. 
Or  number'd  with  (he  blest  ? 


DEATH  AND   PUNEBALS.  C49 

I  must  from  God  be  driven. 

Or  with  my  Savior  dwell; 
Must  come  at  bis  command  to  heaven, 

Or  else — depart  to  hell ! 

959  [505]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Death  and  Eternity. 

STOOP  down,  my  thoughts  that  us'd  to  rise 
Converse  awhile  with  death; 
i    Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

S  His  quiv'ring  lips  hang  feebly  down. 
His  pulse  is  faint  and  few; 
Then  speechless  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  0,  the  soul  that  never  dies  I 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies. 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  court  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts  triumphant  there; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell. 
In  infinite  despair. 

5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
0,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soul  I  trust; 
My  flesh  shall  wait  for  thy  command. 
To  drop  it  into  dust. 


650  DEATH   AND   FUNERALS. 

960  [506]  L.  M.  Wesley. 
Sown  in  Weakness — Raised  in  Glory. 

THE  morning  flo-^ers  display  their  sweets, 
And  gay  tlieir  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noon-tide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast. 

Parched  by  the  sun's  directer  ray. 
The  momentary  glories  waste. 
The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows; 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly-rolling  years, 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day; 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  awaj-. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb. 

With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine  ! 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  lot  death  devour. 

If  heav'n  must  recompense  our  pains; 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower. 
If  fii-m  the  word  of  God  remains. 

961  L.  M.  Anon 

Victory  over  Death  and  the  Grave. 

SWEET  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die 
When  holj^  souls  retire  to  rest: 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye  ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast. 


DJBATH    AND    FUNERALS.  651 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o*er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  broW; 

Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing; 
O  Grave !  where  is  thv  victoiy  now, 
And  where,  0  Death,  where  is  thy  sting ! 

962  C.  M.  Doddndge. 
The  Death  of  a  Pastor. 

TO  thee,  0  God,  when  creatures  fail, 
Thy  flock,  deserted,  flies; 
And  on  th'  eternal  Shepherd's  care. 
Our  steadfast  hope  relies. 

2  When  o'er  thy  faithful  servant's  dust  - 

Thy  saints  assembled  mourn, 
In  speedy  tokens  of  thy  grace, 
0  Zion's  God,  return  1 

3  The  powers  of  nature  all  are  thine, 

And  thine  the  aids  of  grace-; 
Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up. 
Through  each  succeeding  race. 

4  Exert  thy  sacred  influence  here. 

And  here  thy  suppliants  bless; 
And  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise 
Our  accents,  of  distress. 

963  7s.  Anon. 
Death  of  a  Babe. 

LOVELY  babe  how  brief  thy  stay  ! 
Short  and  hasty  was  thy  day; 
Ending  soon  thy  journey  here. 
Pain  and  grief  no  more  to  bear. 


652  DEATH    A^'D   FUNERALS. 

2  Hard  is  it  for  thee  to  part. 
For  it  rends  the  aching  heart, 
But  an  heir  of  glory's  gone, 
Let  the  will  of  God  be  done. 

3  Pillow'd  on  a  Savior's  breast, 
Sweetly  sleep,  and  softly  rest; 
Soon  the  morning  shall  restore 
The  buried  babe  we  now  deplore. 

964  C.  M.  Barbauld. 
Mourn  not  for  the  Pious  Dead. 

IVrOT  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep; 
1\    Their  sorrows  now  are  o'er; 
The  sea  is  calm,  the  tempest  past, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 

2  Their  peace  is  sealed,  their  rest  is  sure. 

Within  that  better  home; 
Awhile  we  weep  and  linger  here, 
Then  follow  to  the  tomb. 

3  0,  might  some  dream  of  visioned  bliss. 

Some  ti'ance  of  rapture,  show 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  from  human  woe  ! 

4  Jesus !  our  shadowy  path  illume. 

And  teach  the  chastened  mind 
To  welcome  all  that's  left  of  good. 
To  all  that's  lost  resigned- 

965  [508]  0.  M.  Watts. 

Shortness  of  Life. 

THEE  we  adore.  Eternal  IS^ame, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee. 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame. 
What  dying  worms  we  be ! 


DEATH    AXD    FUNERALS.  G53 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still. 

As  days  and  months  increase; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave: 

What'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be. 

We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  every  breath; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God  ! 

966  8  lines  8s.  Wesleij. 

At  Rest,  and  Happy. 
OW  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  ! 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 
This  earth  is  aftected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er. 
And  never  shall  vox  him  ajrain. 


E 


654  DEATH   AND    FUNERALS. 

2  No  ansfor,  heucefoi-ward,  or  sbame. 

Shall  redden  his  iunocent  clay: 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame. 

And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 
This  languishing  head  is  at  rest; 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet,  immovable  breast 

Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more. 

3  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close. 

By  sorrovt^  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Now  seal'd  in  their  mortal  repose. 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep; 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies; 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

967  [512]  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Death  of  a  Pastor. 

REST  from  thy  labor,  rest;— 
Soul  of  the  just,  set  free ! 
Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be  ! 

2  Faith,  perseverance,  zeal. 

Language  of  light  and  power. 
Love, — prompt  to  act,  and  quick  to  feel, — 
Marked  thee,  till  life's  last  hour. 

3  Now,  toil  and  conflict  o'er, — 

Go,  take  with  saints  thy  place: 
But  go — as  each  hath  gone  oefore, — 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

4  Lord  Jesus  !  to  thy  hands 

Our  pastor  we  resign; 
And  now  we  wait  thine  own  commands; — 
We  were  not  his,  but  thine. 


DEATH    AND    FUNERALS.  G55 

5  Thou  art  thy  church's  head; 

And  when  the  members  die. 
Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead: 
To  thee  "we  lift  our  eye: 

6  On  thee  our  hopes  depend; 

We  gather  round  our  Eock; 
Send  who  thou  wilt;  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  thy  flock. 

968  L.  M.  Watts. 
Death  and  Burial  of  a  Christian. 

UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb; 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room. 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear. 

Invades  thy  bounds;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here. 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept;  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ; 

Attend,  0  earth,  his  sovereign  word; 
Restore  thy  trust;  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

969  C.  M.  C.  Beecher. 
On  the  Death  of  a  Sailor. 

"IVrOT  in  the  church-yard  shall  he  sleep, 
IM    Amid  the  silent  gloom ; 
His  home  was  in  the  mighty  deep, 
And  there  shall  be  his  tomb. 


C56  DF.ATTI   AND    FUXERAT^S. 

2  He  loved  hi^  own  bright,  deep  blue  sea, 

O'ei-  it  he  loved  to  roam; 
And  now  his  winding  sheet  shall  be 
That  same  bright  ocean's  foam. 

3  No  village  bell  shall  toll  for  him 

Its  mournful,  solemn  dirge; 
The  winds  shall  chant  a  requiem 
To  him  beneath  the  surge. 

4  For  him,  break  not  the  grassy  turf, 

jS'or  turn  Xhe  dewy  sod; 
His  dust  shall  rest  beneath  the  surf. 
His  spirit  with  its  God. 

970  [520]  L.   M.  Steele. 

The  Fading  Flower. 

SO  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, — 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour  ! 
So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly. 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind — no  lenient  art, 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart  ? 
Spirit  of  grace  !  be  ever  nigh. 
Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die. 

3  Bid  gentle  patience  smile  on  pain, 
Till  dying  hope  shall  live  again: 
Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky 

971  8s  &  7s  Collyer. 
Comfort  in  the  Death  of  the  Christian. 

CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 


DEATH    ANI>  FUNERALS.  657 

2  Wliile  onr  silent  steps  are  Btraying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high. 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluded. 

Sickness,  there,  no  more  can  come; 
There,  no  fear  of  -woe,  intruding. 
Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

972  8s&7s.  Anon. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Sister. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely. 
Gentle  as  the  summer's  breeze. 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening. 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber. 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low: 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number. 
Thou  no  more  our  song  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us. 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

"When  the  day  of  life  is  fled; 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee. 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 
42 


658  DEATH   AND   FUNERALS. 

973  L.  M.  Mackey. 

Sleeping  in  Jesus. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  unnisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  dread  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
'No  fear,  no  woes,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
Which  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep. 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0,  how  sweet 

To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing. 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting  I 

974  C.  M.  Anon. 

Comfort  for  Bereaved  Parents. 

YE  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming  tears 
Flow  o'er  your  children  dead. 
Say  not  in  transports  of  despair. 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  If  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust. 
In  fond  distress  ye  lie. 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  rev'rence  view 
A  heav'nly  parent  nigh. 


DEATH   AND   FUNERALS.  659 

3  Tho'  your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  witlier'd  trunks  ye  stand; 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloora, 
Touch'd  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 

4  "  I'll  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  In  my  own  house  a  place: 
"No  names  of  daughters,  nor  of  sons, 
"  Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  "  Transient  aud  vain  is  ev'ry  hope 

"  A  rising  race  can  give: 
"  In  endless  honor  and  delight 
"  My  children  all  shall  live." 

6  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 

Thro'  which  thy  face  we  see; 
And  bless  those  wounds  which  thro'  our  hearts 
Prepai-e  a  way  for  thee. 

975  [524]  12s  (fells.  Heber. 

Thou  art  Gone  to  the  Grave. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee. 
Though  silence  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb; 
The  Savior  has   passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee. 
And    the    lamp  of  his  love   is   thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone   to  the  grave;  we  no  longer 
deplore  thee, 
Nov  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by 
thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arras  of  mercy  are  spread  to 
enfold  thee. 
And   sinners  may  hope   since  the  Savior 
has  died. 


660  DEATH   AND   FUNERALS. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  'twere  wrong 
to  deplore  thee; 
Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  death  lingered 
long, 
But  the  mild  rays  of  paradise  beam'd  on  thy 
waking. 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was 
the  seraphim's  song. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Whose  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian 
and  guide: 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee;  and  he  will  re- 
store thee; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Savior  has 
died. 

976  4  8s.  Anon. 

Death  of  a  Sister. 
'nniS  finish'd,  the  conflict  is  past, 

JL    The  heaven-born  spirit  is  fled; 
Her  wish  is  accomplish'd  at  last. 

And  now  she's  entombed  with  the  dead. 

2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Christ  was  her  life  here  below^" 

3  Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight. 

To  mansions  of  glory  above; 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light. 
And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

4  The  coffin,  the  shroud,  and  the  grave, 

To  her  were  no  objects  of  dread; 
On  him  who  is  mighty  to  save. 
Her  soul  was  with  confidence  stay'd. 


DEATH   AND   FUNERALS.  661 

5  Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 

That  she  is  now  gone  from  our  sight; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again. 
With  new  and  eternal  delight. 

6  We  too  must  the  summons  obey. 

We  too  shall  the  victory  gain. 
And  rejoice  to  hasten  away. 
With  her  sainted  spirit  to  reign. 

977  8s&7s.  "    Milman. 
The  Death  of  a  Brother. 

BROTHER,  thou  art  gone  before  us: 
Where  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown 
Tears  are  wiped  away  forever. 
And  all  sorrow  is  unknown; 

2  From  the  burden  of  the  body. 

From  all  care  and  fear  released. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  Q'er  the  toilsome  way  thou'st  traveled. 

And  endured  the  heavy  load; 
Christ  hath  brought  thy  footsteps  languid 
Safely  to  His  blest  abode. 

4  Thou  art  resting  now,  like  Laz'rus, 

On  thy  heavenly  Father's  breast. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 
And  the  weary  ai'e  at  rest. 

978  [522]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Death  the  Voice  of  Jesus. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
*Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends. 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 


662  DKATH   AND   FUNERALS. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too. 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  stould  vre  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay. 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed: 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way; 
Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly. 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

979  8s  &  9s.  Bacon. 

Death  of  a  Missionary. 

WEEP  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 
To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky. 
Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends 
With  the  worshiping  chorus  on  high. 

2  Weep  not  for  the  spirit  now  crowned 

With  the  garland  to  martyrdom  given, 
O  weep  not  for  him;  he  has  found 
His  reward  and  his  refuge  in  heaven. 

3  But  weep  for  their  sorrows,  who  stand 

And  lament  o'er  the  dead  by  his  grave — 
W^ho  sigh  when  they  muse  on  the  land 
Of  their  lioiue,  far  awnv  o'er  the  wave. 


DEATH   AND   FUNERALS.  663 

4  And  weep  for  the  nations  that  dwell 

"Where  the  light  of  the  truth  never  shone, 
Where  anthems  of  praise  never  swell, 
And  the  love  of  the  Lamb  is  unknown. 

5  "Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 

To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky; 
Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends 
With  the  worshiping  chorus  on  high. 

6  But  weep  for  the  mourners  who  stand 

By  the  grave  of  their  brother  in  tears, 
And  weep  for  the  people  whose  land 
Still  must  wait  fill  the  day-spring  appears. 

980  8s  &  7s.  Anon. 

Departed  Brother. 

BROTHER !  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow; 
Death  is  o'er  and  life  is  won ; 
On  thy  slumber  dawns  no  morrow; 
Rest ;  thine  earthly  race  is  run. 

2  Brother,  wake  !  the  night  is  waning; 

Endless  day  is  round  thee  poured; 
Enter  thou  the  rest  remaining 
For  the  people  of  the  Lord. 

3  Brother,  wake  !  for  He  who  loved  thee. 

He  who  died  that  thou  might'st  live. 
He  who  graciously  approved  thee, 
Waits  thy  crown  of  joy  to  give. 

4  Fare  thee  well !  though  woe  is  blending 

With  the  tones  of  earthly  love. 

Triumph  high  and  joy  unending 

Wait  thee  in  the  realms  above. 


:^64  DEATH    AND    FUNERALS. 

981  [511]  8  lines  8s.  Anon, 

Solemn  Signal. 

HOW  solemn  the  signal  I  hear ! 
The  summons  that  calls  me  away, 
In  regions  unknown  to  appear; 

How  shall  I  the  summons  obey ! 
What  scenes  in  that  world  shall  arise. 
When  life's  latest  sigh  shall  be  fled. 
And  darkness  has  seal'd  up  mine  eyes. 
And  deep  in  the  dust  I  am  laid. 

2  'No  longer  the  world  I  can  view. 

The  scenes  which  so  long  I  have  known; 
My  friends,  I  must  bid  you  adieu. 

For  here  I  must  travel  alone: 
Yet  here  my  Redeemer  has  trod. 

His  hallowed  footsteps  I  know; 
I'll  trust  for  defense  to  his  rod. 

And  lean  on  his  staff  as  I  go. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  Israel,  lead  on. 

My  soul  follows  hard  after  thee; 
The  phantoms  of  death  ai-e  all  flown 

When  Jesus  my  Shepherd  I  see. 
Dear  brethren  and  sisters,  I  go 

To  wait  your  arrival  above; 
Be  faithful  and  soon  you  shall  know 

The  triumphs  and  joys  of  his  love. 


982  [518]  8s  &  7s.  Wesley. 

The  Dying  Christian. 

HAPPY  soul,  \hj  days  are  ending, 
All  thy  mourning  days  belowj 
Go, — the  angel  guai'ds  attending, — 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 


DEATH  AND   FUNERALS.  665 

Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Savior  stands  above; 
Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  the  crowu  of  love. 

2  Stniggle  through  thy  latest  passion. 

To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast; 
To  his  uttermost  salvation. 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain; 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

983  [519]  G.  M.  Steele. 

Mourning  with  Hope. 

THAT  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs; 
And  nature  weeps,  her  comforts  fled. 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time. 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime. 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Then  «ease,  fond  nature  !  cease  thy  tears. 

Religion  points  on  high; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

984  [521]  C.  M.  Anon. 

The  Grave  Peaceful. 

HOW  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave. 
Where, — life's  vain  tumults  past, — 
Th'  appointed  house,  by  heaven's  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last  I 


ODD  DEATH    AND   FUNERALS. 

2  The  wicked  there  from  troubling  cease, 

Their  passions  rage  no  more; 
And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3  All,  leveled  by  the  hand  of  death, 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb. 
Till  God,  in  judgment,  call  them  forth 
To  meet  their  final  doom. 


985  C.  M.  Anon. 

Peaceful  Death  of  the  Righteous. 

I  LOOKED  upon  the  righteous  man, 
And  saw  his  parting  breath, 
Without  a  struggle  or  a  sigh. 

Serenely  yield  to  death: 
There  was  no  anguish  on  his  brow, 

JSTor  teiTor  in  his  eye: 
The  spoiler  aimed  a  fatal  dart. 
But  lost  the  victory. 

2  I  looked  upon  the  righteous  man. 

And  heard  the  holy  prayer 
"Which  rose  above  that  breathless  foiTo, 

To  soothe  the  mourners'  care, 
And  felt  how  precious  was  the  gift 

He  to  his  loved  ones  gave — 
The  stainless  memory  of  the  just. 

The  wealth  beyontl  the  grave. 

3  I  looked  upon  the  righteous  man; 

And  all  our  earthly  trust 
Of  pleasure,  vanity,  or  pride, 

Seemed  lighter  tnan  the  dust. 
Compared  with  his  celestial  gaim — 

A  home  above  the  sky: 
0,  grant  us.  Lord,  his  life  to  live. 

That  wc  like  him  may  die. 


DEATH    AND   FUNERALS.  667 

986  P.  M.  Anon. 

Remembrance  of  Friends  Departed. 

MY  buried  friends  can  I  forget  ? 
Or  must  the  grave  eternal  sever  ? 
They  linger  in  my  memory  yet, 

And  in  my  heart  they'll  live  forever. 
They  lov'd  me  once,  with  love  sincere. 
And  never  did  their  love  deceive  me; 
But  often  in  my  conflicts  here. 

They  rallied  quickly  to  relieve  me. 

2  I  fain  would  weep — but  what  of  tears  ? 

'^o  tears  of  mine  could  e'er  recall  them; 
Nor  would  I  wish  that  grov'ling  cares. 

Cares  like  mine,  should  e'er  befall  them. 
They  rest  in  realms  of  light  and  love; 

They  dwell  upon  the  mount  of  glory; 
They  bask  in  beams  of  bliss  above. 

And  shout  to  tell  their  happy  stoiy. 

3  I  heard  them  bid  the  world  adieu; 

I  saw  them  on  the  rolling  billow: 
Their  far-off  home  appear'd  in  view. 

While  yet  they  pressed  a  dying  pillow. 
I  heard  the  parting  pilgrim  tell, 

While  passing  Jordan's  stormy  river, 
"  Adieu  to  earth,  for  all  is  well; 

Now  all  is  well  with  me  forever." 

4  Oh  how  I  long  to  join  their  wing. 

And  range  their  fields  of  blooming  flowers  ! 
Come,  holy  watchers,  come  and  bring 

A  mourner  to  your  blissful  bowers. 
I'd  speed  with  rapture  on  my  way, 

Nor  would  I  pause  at  Jordan's  river; 
Witb  songs  I'd  enter  endless  day. 

And  live  with  my  lov'd  friends  forever. 


!.-ffi8  DEATH   AND   FUNEEALS. 

987  P.M.  Anon. 

All  is  Well. 

WHAT'S  this  tliat  steals,  that  steals  upon 
my  frame  ? 

Is  it  death  ?  Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  shall  quench,   will  quench  this 
vital  flame. 

Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free, 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

2  Weep  not  my  friends,  my  friends  weep  not 

for  me. 

All  is  well,  all  is  well; 

My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned,  I  am  free, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well: 

There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise. 

To  hide  my  Savior  from  mine  eyes, 

I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies. 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saints 

in  glory, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well; 
I  will  Tehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well: 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come. 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room. 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

4  Hark  !  hark  !  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Master 

calls  me. 

All  is  well,  all  is  well: 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well: 


DEATH   AND   FUNERALS.  669 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  "with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well 

5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail,  all  hail  ye  blood-washed 
throng. 

Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace; 
I've  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 
Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace: 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine. 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine, 
0  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 


988  8s  &  7s.  Jrion. 

The  Terror  of  the  Tomb  Assuaged. 

WHEX  as-oand  us  life  is  shining. 
Touched  by  pleasure's  flowing  hand. 
When  its  joys  are  softly  twining 

Round  our  hearts  their  silver  band. 
When  some  rich  and  valued  blessing 

Comes  upon  each  zephyr  breath. 
When  each  wished  for  good  possessing, 
Oh  'tis  hard  to  think  on  death. 

2  But  there's  something  which  can  lighten 

All  the  sorrows  of  the  tomb. 
All  its  dark  recesses  brighten. 

Dissipate  its  saddest  gloom; 
Shed  around  its  beams  of  glory. 

Bid  its  every  terror  flee, 
Fill  the  soul  with  rapture  holy, 

Jesus,  'tis  one  smile  from  thee. 


670  DEATH    AND    la'N'KUALS. 

989  [515]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Mourning  with  Hope. 

WHY  should  our  tears  in  sorro\v  flow 
When  God  recalls  his  own; 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  "woe, 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

"Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past — their  work  is  done 

And  they  are  fully  blest ! 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  vict'ry  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, — 

God  has  recalled  his  own: 
But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 
StiU  say,—  "  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

990  [516]  C.  M.  (hllyer. 

Darkness  of  the  Grave  Dispelled. 

WHEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 
My  trembling  soul  shall  stand. 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood. 
Great  God  !  at  thy  command; — 

2  When  eveiy  long-loved  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart; 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart; — 

3  0  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, — 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 


DEATH   AND   FUNERALS.  671 

4  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  band 

Beneatli  my  sinking  head; 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed. 

5  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  I  resign  ray  breath. 
And  in  thy  fond  embraces  lose 
"  The  bitterness  of  death." 


991  p.  M.  Anon. 

The  Early  Grave  of  a  Friend. 

SHED  not  a  tear  o'er  vour  friend's  early 
bier. 
When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone; 
Smile,  if  the  slow  tolling  bell  you  shall  hear. 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone.  tt 

Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  by  my 

grave. 
Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save. 
Think  of  the  crowns  all  the  ransomed  shall 
have. 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  a  tree  which  may  wave  over  me. 

When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone; 
Sing  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer  day. 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  ling'ring 

ray. 
Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  pass  away. 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

3  Plant  ye  a  rose  that  may  bloom  o'er  my  bed. 

When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone; 
Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blest  early  dead. 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone; 


672  DEATH   AND   FUNERALS. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  I'm  freed  from  all 

care, 
Serve  ye  the  Lord  that  my  bliss  ye  may  share. 
Look  up  on  high  and  believe  I  am  thea-e. 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 


992  C.  M.  Watte. 

Following  Departed  Worthies. 

pi  IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
VT  Within  the  vail,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  bathed  their  couch  with  tears; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now. 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came; 

They  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  tHe  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possessed  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise. 

For  his  own  pattern  given; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Shows  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


RESURRECTION.  C73 


RESURRECTION. 

993  C.  M.  Watts. 

Scenes  of  the  Resurrection. 

HOW  long  shall  Death,  the  tyrant,  reign, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  just  ? 
How  long  the  blood  of  martyrs  slain 
Lie  mingled  with  the  dust  ? 

2  Lo  !  I  behold  the  scattered  shades; 

The  dawn  of  heaven  appears; 
The  bright,  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  spheres. 

3  I  see  the  Lord  of  glory  c«me. 

And  flaming  guards  around; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room; 
The  ti-urapet  shakes  the  ground. 

4  I  hear  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead,  arise  I " 

And,  lo !  the  graves  obej; 
And  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

5  0,  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them,  clothed  in  white: 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

6  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise. 

When  our  returning^,King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the  skies. 
On  love's  triumphant  wing  ! 
43 


674  RESURRECTION. 

994  [514]  CM.  Watts.     Il 

The  Rising  of  the  Saints.  » 

HEAR  what  the   voice  from  heaven  pro- 
claims 
For  all  the  pious  dead: 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  dying  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest; 

How  calm  their  slumbers  are ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  woes  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 

When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  decked  in  full  immortal  bloom. 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies. 

4  Their  tongues,  great  Prince  of  life,  shall  join 

With  their  recovered  breath. 

And  all  th'  immortal  host  ascribe 

Their  victory  to  thy  death. 

995  C.  M.  Anon. 

Death  Vanquished. 

WHEN"  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
This  rending  earth  shall  shake. 
When  opening  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 
And  dust  to  life  awake, — 

2  Those  bodies  that  corrupted  fell 

Shall  in  corrupted  rise. 
And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

3  Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung 

Is  now  at  last  fulfilled, — 
That  Death  should  yield  hjy  ancient  reign. 
And,  vanquished,  quit  the  field. 


RESURRECTION.  675 

Let  Faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 

And  thus  begin  to  sing: 
"  0  Grave,  where  is  thy  triumph  now  ? 

And  where,  0  Death,  thy  sting  ?  " 


996  G.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

Journeying  through   Death  to  Life. 

THROUGH  soiTow's  night,  and  danger's 
path, 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  a  heavenly  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay. 
Our  cold  remains  in  solidude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat. 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  in  the  grave. 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise. 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too, — this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 
Until  the  final  trump  shall  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye. 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  our  long-silent  dust  shall  rise. 

With  shouts  of  endless  praise! 


676  RESURRECTIOX. 

997  L.  M.  Dewitt. 

Day  Dawns  on  the  Night  of  the  Grave. 

SHALL  man,  0  God  of  light  and  life. 
Forever  molder  in  the  grave  ? 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work. 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power,  to  save  ? 

2  In  those  dark,  silent  realms  of  night 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 

Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skieg  ? 

3  Cease — cease,  ye  vain,  desponding  fears: 

When    Christ,   our    Lord,   from    darkness 
sprang. 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led. 
And  heaven,  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

4  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 

Unfold,  to  make  his  children  way; 
They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life. 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

5  The  trump  shall  sound — ^the  dead  shall  wake; 

From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumb'rers  spring; 
Through  heaven,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise, 
And  hail  their  Savior  and  their  King. 


998  L.  M.  Watts. 

Death  and  the  Resurrection. 

WHEN"  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong; 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop: 
Be  glad,  my  heart;  rejoice,  my  tongue; 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 


I 


EESUHRECTIOX.  677 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head. 

Yet,  gracious  God,  Ihou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey. 

Shake  off  the  dust,  and  rise  on  high; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
To  yonder  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow. 

And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace, 
Which  we  but  tasted  here  below. 

Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 


999  C.  M.  Watts. 

Resurrection  of  the  Christian. 

MY  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  on  the  tombs: 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives. 
My  God,  my  Savior  comes: 
Ere  long  I  know  he  shall  appear, 

In  power  and  glory  great; 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes. 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 

2  When  God  shall  stand  upon  the  earth. 

Him  there  mine  eyes  shall  see: 
My  flesh  shall  feel  a  second  birth, 

And  ever  with  him  be. 
How  long,  dear  Savior !  0  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ! 
O  hasten  thine  appearance,  Lord, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


678  RKSURRECTION. 

1000  [523]  C.  M.  Watts. 

Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

&REAT  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just, 
And  nature  must  decay; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 
To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs; 

My  great  Redeemer  ever  lives, 

My  God,  my  Savior,  comes. 

3  The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear. 

High  on  a  royal  seat; 
And  Death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 

4  Then  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face 

"With  strong,  immortal  eyes. 
And  feast  upon  thy  wondrous  grace, 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 


1001  6s(fe5s.  Anon 

The  Resurrection. 

THE  last  lovely  morning, 
All  blooming  and  fair, 
Is  fast  onward  fleeting, 
And  soon  will  appear. 

CHORUS. 

While  the  mighty,  mighty,  mighty  trump 

Sounds,  come,  come  away, 

O  let  us  be  ready  to  meet  the  glad  day. 


JUDGMENT   AND    KTERNITY.  679 

2  And  when  the  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shall  come, 
Our  tears  will  cease  flowing, 
Our  sorrows  be  gone. 

While  the  might}^,  &c. 

3  The  bridegroom  from  glory- 

To  earth  shall  descend; 
Ten  thousand  bright  angels 
Around  him  attend. 

While  the  mighty,  (fee. 

4  The  graves  will  be  opened. 

The  dead  shall  arise, 
And  with  the  Redeemer, 
Mount  up  to  the  skies. 
While  the  mighty,  <fec. 

5  The  saints  then  immortal 

In  gloiy  shall  reign, 
The  bride  with  the  bridegroom 
Forever  remain. 

While  the  mighty,  &;c. 


JUDGMENT  AND  ETERNITY. 

1002  [525]  C.  M  Wesley. 

The  Judgment  Day. 

AND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
And  answer  in  that'day, 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ! 

2  Tes,  every  secret  of  mv  heart 
Shall  shortly  be  madfe  known. 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 


boo  JUDGMENT   AND    ETERNITT. 

3  How  careful  then  I  ought  to  live ! 

With  what  religious  fear. 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behavior  here ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

The  watchful  pow'r  oestow; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed. 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near  ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 


1003  [527]  S.  M.  Hart. 

Prepare  us  for  that  Day. 

BEHOLD  !  with  awful  pomp 
The  Judge  prepares  to  come: 
The'  archangel  sounds  the  dreadful  trump, 
And  wakes  the  gen'ral  doom. 

2  Nature,  in  wild  amaze. 

Her  dissolution  mourns; 
Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface; 
The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 

3  The  living  look  with  dread; 

The  frighted  dead  ai'ise. 
Start  from  the  monumental  bed. 
And  lift  their  ghastly  eyes. 

4  Horrors  all  hearts  appall; 

They  quake,  they  shriek,  thy  ciy; 
Bid  rocks  and  mountains  on  them  fall; 
But  rocks  and  mountains  fly. 


JUDGMENT    AND    ETERNITY.  681 

5  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 
Prepare  us  for  that  day: 
Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe, — 
To  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray. 

1004  L.  M.  Wesley. 

The  Final   Conflagration. 

THE  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 
(While  twice  ten  thousand  thunders  roar,) 
Tear  up  the  graves,  and  cleave  the  ground. 
And  make  the  greedy  sea  restore. 

2  The  greedy  sea  shall  yield  her  dead; 

The  earth  no  more  her  slain  conceal; 
Sinners  shall  lift  their  guilty  head. 
And  shrink  to  see  a  yawning  hell. 

3  But  we,  who  now  our  Lord  confess. 

And  faithful  to  the  end  endure. 
Shall  stand  in  Jesus'  righteousness; — 
Stand,  as  the  Rock  of  Ages,  sure. 

4  "We,  while  the  stars  from  heaven  shall  fail. 

And  mountains  are  on  mountains  hurl'd, 
Shall  stand  unmoved  amidst  them  all. 
And  smile  to  see  a  bm'ning  world. 

5  The  earth  and  all  the  works  therein 

Dissolve,  by  raging  flames  destroy'd; 
While  we  survey  the  awful  scene. 
And  mount  above  the  fiery  void. 

6  By  faith  we  now  transcend  the  skies. 

And  on  that  ruin'd  world  look  down. 
By  love  above  all  hight  we  rise. 
And  share  the  everlasting  throne. 


DO»  JUDGMENT   AM)    ETKKXITY. 

1005  [528]  L.  M.  Steele. 

Eternity  Near. 

ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand!  — 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand; 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  woe,  or  endless  bliss; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfills  its  round. 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  "What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  the  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They're  gone !  but  where  ?  ah,  pause  and  see, 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity  ! 

4  Sinner !  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell; 
And  is  death  nothing,  then  to  thee; 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

1006  [529]  L.  M.  Wesley 

Second  Advent. 

HE  comes  !  he  comes,  the  Judge  severe, — 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near: 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll — 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul ! 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound — 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crown'd: 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace. 
And  glory  decks  the  Savior's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne. 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word. 
An  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  I 


JUDGMENT    AND    ETERNITY.  683 

4  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  sky. 
And  all  the  vsaints  of  the  most  high; 
Our  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
Forever  and  forever  reigns. 

1007  [530]  L.  M.  Watts. 
Everlasting  Absence  of  God  Intolerable. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste. 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound  "  Depart !  " 

3  O,  wretched  state  of  deep^despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove. 
And  fix  my  dreadful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  0,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

1008  [53J  ]  S.  M.  Wesley. 

The  Solemn  Midnight  Cry. 

THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
Before  whose  bar  severe. 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread. 
We  all  shall  noon  appear; 


684  JUDGMENT   AND   KTEENITY. 

Our  caution'd  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray: 

2  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown; 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down. 
The'  immortal  Son  of  man. 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train. 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

To'  increase  our  gracious  fears. 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounded  in  our  ears 
The  solemn  midnight  cry,- — 

Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come; 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

And  meet  your  instant  doom, 

4  O  may  we  all  be  found 

Obedient  to  thy  word, 
A.ttentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord. 
0  may  we  thus  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 

1009  [535]  C.  P.  M.  Rippon. 

Pleading  for  Acceptance. 

WHEN"  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 

Sball  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 

Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 


JUDGMENT    AND    ETERNITY.  686 

I  love  to  meet  tliy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all; 
But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ?  — 
"What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out. 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

0  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace; 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place. 

In  this  th'  accepted  day; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  0,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

E"or  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

And  when  the  final  trump  shall  sound. 
Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found. 

To  bow  before  thy  face; 
Then  in  triumphant  strains  I'll  sing. 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  praise  of  sovereign  grace. 


1010  [533]        8s  7s  &  4s  Newton. 

Saints  and  Sinners  Judged. 

DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders; 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound , 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round: 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing. 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine: 

You,  who  long  for  his  appearing. 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  Gcxi  is  mine : " 

Gracious  Savior, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 


686  JUDGMENT   AND    ETERNITY. 

3  At  his  call  tlie  dead  awaken. 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee: 

Careless  sinner. 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed. 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  beloX7 
He  will  say,  "  Coroe  near,  ye  blessed^ 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 


1011  [534]  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Preparation  for  the  Judgment. 

AND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  ten-ors  of  that  day. 
When  eai-th  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  1 

4  Come,  sinners,  seek  his  grace. 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  the  cross. 
And  find  salvation  there. 


JUDGMENT  AND  ETKRNITY.  687 

1012  3s  7s  &  4s.  Anon. 

The  Falling  Stars. 

SEE  the  stars  from  heaven  falling ! 
Hark !  on  earth  the  doleful  cry ! 
Men  on  rocks  and  mountains  callii>g, 
While  the  frowning  Jud^e  draws  nigh; 

Hide  us  !  hide  us  ! 
Rocks  and  mountains,  from  His  eye  ! 

2  Lo  !  'tis  He !  our  heart's  desire. 
Come  for  His  espoused  below; 
Come  to  join  us  with  the  choir. 
Come  to  make  our  joys  o'erflow; 

Palms  of  victory. 
Crowns  of  glory  to  bestow. 


1013  12s.  Anon. 

Awful  Pomp  of  Judgment. 

THE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  'wheels  roll 
in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of 

his  ire; 
Lo,  self-moving,  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of 

cloud. 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  God- 
head are  bowed. 

2  The  glory  !  the  glory  !  around  him  are  poured 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord; 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are 

there. 
And  there  all  who  the  palm- wreaths  of  victory, 

wear. 


boo  JUDGMENT  AND   ETERNITY. 

3  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !   the  dead  have 

all  heard; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnel 

are   stirred  ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations   of  man  are  come 

forth, 

4  The  judgment !    the  judgment !   the  thrones 

are  all  set. 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white- vested  elders 

are  met; 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  0  mercy  !  0  mercy  I  look  down  from  above. 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked 

are  driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  m 

heaven. 


1014  L.  M.  Coxe. 

Eternity's  Duration. 

ETERNITY  !  Eternity ! 
How  long  art  thou  Eternity ! 
Yet  onward  still  to  thee  we  speed, 
As  to  the  fight  th'  impatient  steed. 

2  As  ship  to  port,  or  shaft  from  bow, 
Or  swift  as  couriers  homeward  go; 
Mark  well,  0  man,  Eternity ! 
Eternity!  Eternity! 


JCDGMENT    AND    ETERNITY.  689 

'i  Etornity  !  Eternity! 

How  long  art  tliou,  Eternity  ! 

As  in  a  ball's  concentric  round 

Nor  starting-point  nor  end  is  found; — 

4  So  thou.  Eternity,  so  vast, 
Ko  entrance  and  no  exit  hast; 
Mark  well,  0  man,  Eternity  ! 
Eternity  !  Eternity ! 

1015  Ss  7s  &  4.  Oliver. 

Christ  Coming  to  Judgment. 

LO  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints^  attending. 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train; 
Hallelujah  ! 
now  shall  e's 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing. 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away: 

All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Gome  to  judgment,  come  away  ! 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
jNow  shall  meet  him  in  the  air: 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 
44 


690  JUDGMENT   AND   ETERNITY. 

5  Answer  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit, 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  gen'ral  doom; 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth  t'  inherit. 
Take  thy  pining  exiles  home: 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans  and  bids  thee  come. 

6  Yea !  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee. 

High  on  thine  exalted  throne; 
Savior  !  take  the  power  and  glory; 
Claim  the  Kingdoms  for  thine  own: 

Oh,  come  quickly  ! 
Hallelujah  !  come.  Lord,  come. 


1016  C.  P.  M.  a   Wesley. 

Present  and  Future  Realities. 

LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
Between  two  boundless  seas  I  stand, — 
Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space — 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 
Or — shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  0  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And,  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart. 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  daj% 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; — 
And  tell  me.  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there. 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 


JUDGMENT   AND   ETHINITT.  G9l 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  bare, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ? 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill. 
To  suffer  all  thy  rightcou-s  will. 

And  to  the  end  endiire  ! 

5  Then,  Savior  !  then  my  soul  receive. 
Transported  from  the  earth,  to  live 

And  reign  "svith  thee  above: 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
And  hope,  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

1017  L.  M.  Heher. 

The  Lord  will  Come. 

THE  Lord  will  come;  the  earth  shall  quake; 
The  hills  their  ancient  seats  forsake; 
And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  theu-  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come;  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, — 

A  quiet  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, — 

The  bruised,  the  sufiering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lold  will  come  ;  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Annointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

Bv  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
O^God,  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 

5  Go,  tyrants,  to  the  rocks  complain; 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb. 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 


692  JUDGMENT   AND    ETEUNITT. 


1018  0.  M.  Taylor. 
Time  and  Eternity  Compared, 

HOW  long,  sometimes,  a  day  appears  ! 
And  weeks,  how  long  are'^thej  I 
Months  move  on  slow,  as  if  the  years. 
Would  never  pass  away. 

2  But  even  years  are  passing  by, 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone"; 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly. 
Eternity  comes  on. 

3  Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an  end, 

Eternity  has  none'; 
'Twill  always  have  as  long  to  spend 
As  when  it  first  begun. 

4  Great  God  !  a  creature  cannot  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be, 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 
That  long,  long  time  with  Thee. 

1019  L.  M.  Scott. 
The  Day  of  IFrath. 

THAT  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day. 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awav; 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day, — 

2  When  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll; 
And  louder  yet— and  yet  more  dread. 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  V 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day. 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clav, 
Be  THOU,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, 
Thougli  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  awav. 


r 


693 


HEAVEN. 

1020  7s  &  6s.  Anon. 

The  Heavenly  Host. 
N"  the  broad  fields  of  heaven, 
lu  the  immortal  bowers 
By  life's  clear  river  side. 

Amid  undying  flowers — 
There  host5  of  Ijeauteous  souls. 

Fair  children  of  the  earth. 

Linked  in  bright  bands  of  love, 

Sing  of  their  human  birth. 

2  They  sing  of  earth  and  heaven — 

Divinest  voices  rise 
To  God,  their  gracious  Lord, 

Who  called  them  to  the  skies: 
They  are  all  there — in  heaven — 

Safe,  safe,  and  sweetly  blest; 
No  cloud  of  sin  can  dim 

Their  bright  and  holy  rest. 


1021  L.  M.  Anon 

The  World  we  have  not  Seen 

THERE  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen. 
That  time  shall  never  dare'destroy  ! 
Where  -mortal  footstep  hath  not  been, 
Nor  ear  has  caught  its  sound  of  joy. 

2  There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 
Than  sages  tell  or  poets  sin^. 
Brighter  than  summer's  beauties  ai*e, 

And  softer  than  the  tints  of  sping.  ' 


694  HKAVEN . 

3  There  is  a  -u-oild,  and  0,  how  blest ! 

Fairer  than  prophets  ever  told; 
And  never  did  an  angel  gnc-st 
One-half  its  blessedness  unfold  ! 

4  It  is  all  holy  and  serene. 

The  land  of  glory  and  repose; 

And  there,  to  dim  the  radiant  scene, 

The  tear  of  sorrow  never  flows. 

5  No !  for  this  world  is  ever  bright. 

With  a  pure  radiance  all  its  own; 
The  streams  of  uncreated  light 
Flow  round  it  from  th'  eternal  throne. 

6  There,  forms  that  mortals  may  not  see, 

Too  glorious  for  the  eye  to  trace. 
And  clad  in  peerless  majesty,. 
Move  with  unutterable  grace. 

7  In  vain  the  philosophic  eye 

May  seek  to  view  the  fair  abode, 
Or  find  it  in  the  curtain'd  sky: — 
It  is  the  dwelling-place  of  God. 

±02^  7s.  Montgomery. 

The  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 

WHO  are  these  in  bright  array. 
This  exulting,  happy  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day. 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 
^*  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain. 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain. 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod; 

These  from  great  afliiction  came; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Sealed  with  his  almighty  name: 


^yf) 


Clad  in  raiineut  ptire  and  wliite, 
Victor-palms  in  every  baud, 

Througli  tbeir  great  Redeemer's  niiglit. 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown. 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed; 
Then  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 


1023  S.  p.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Perpetuity  of  Heaven. 

BEYOXD  the  flight  of  time, 
Beyond  the  reign  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Xor  life's  affections,  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  fly  upwards  and  expire. 

2  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown;  x""*^' 

A  long  eternity  of  love. 

Formed  for  the  good  alone. 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

3  Thus  star  by  star  declines. 

Till  all  are  passed  away: 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  puro  and  perfect  day: 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night. 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 


696 


1024  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  Better  Land. 

THERE  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen, 
In  visions  of  enraptured  thought. 
So  bright  that  all  which  spreads  between. 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught; — 

2  A  land  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more. 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies, 

With  varying  hues  of  shade  and  light; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise. 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 

Across  that  calm,  serene  abode; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find. 
Within  the  Paradise  of  God. 


1025  "^s.  Anon, 

White  Raiment. 

JXITHO  are  these  array 'd  in  white, 
VV     Brighter  than  the  noon  day  sun  ? 
Foremost  of  the  suns  of  light; 

Nearest  the  eternal  throne  ? 
These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross, 

Nobly  for  their  Master  stood; 
Suff 'rers  in  his  righteous  cause; 

Followers  of  Emmanuel  God. 

2  Out  of  great  distress  they  came; 

Wash'd  their  robes,  by  faith  below, 
In  the  blood  of  yonder  Lamb — 
Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow; 


HEAVJEN.  697 

Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne, 
Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night: 

God  resigns  among  his  own, 
God  doth  in  his  saints  delight. 

3  More  than  conquerors  at  last, 

Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er; 
They  have  all  their  suff 'rings  past. 

Hunger  now  and  thirst  no  more: 
No  excessive  heat  they  feel 

From  the  sun's  director  ray; 
In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell. 

Region  of  eternal  day. 

1026  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  Redeemed  in  Heaven. 

LO  !  round  the  throne,  at  God's  right  hand, 
The  saints,  in  countless  myriads,  stand, 
Of  every  tongue,  redeemed  to  God, 
Arrayed  in  garments  washed  in  blood. 

2  Through  tribulation  great  they  came; 
They  bore  the  cross,  despised  the  shame: 
From  all  their  labors  now  they  rest. 

In  God's  eternal  glory  blest. 

3  Hunger  and  thirst  they  feel  no  more; 
Nor  sin,  nor  pain,  nor  death  deplore: 
The  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye. 
And  sorrow  yields  to  endless  joy. 

4  They  see  their  Savior  face  to  face. 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  his  grace  : 
Him  day  and  night  they  ceaseless  praise; 
To  him  their  loud  hosannas  raise. 

5  Worth}-  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  blood. 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 


698 


1027  7s.  Amn. 

Saints  in  Heaven. 

HIGH  in  youder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptur'd  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Hapjiy  in  Immanuel's  love. 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears. 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below. 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears. 
Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

2  Oft  the  big  unbidden  tear. 

Stealing  down  the  farrow 'd  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere. 

Tales  of  woe  they  could  not  speak. 
But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain. 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  weep  again  ! 

3  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above. 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise. 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus,  love  ! 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled. 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 
Luird  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Sooth'd  the  anguish  of  the  mind  ! 

4  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturb'd  repose- 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene — 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows ! 
Ev'ry  tear  is  wip'd  away. 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast ! 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day — 

Sorrows — in  eternal  rest ! 


699 


1028  0.  M.  D.  Anon. 

The  Music  of  Heaven. 

THERE'S  music  in  the  \ipper  heaven — ; 
The  choral  notes  that  swell 
Are  sweeter,  fuller,  richer  far 
Than  human  lips  can  tell. 
When  rings  the  gush  of  golden  harps, 

And  heavenly  lutes  are  swept, 
To  tell  the  quenchless  love  of  Him 
Who  o'er  a  lost  world  wept. 

2  The  gliding  rush  of  countless  wings. 

Borne  on  the  swelling  breeze. 
That  wafts  the  rustling  music  by 

Amid  embowered  trees; 
The  echo  of  the  myriad  feet. 

That  fall  on  pavements  fair. 
Of  glittering,  dazzling  gold,  that  gleams 

In  untold  brightness  there: 

3  The  music  of  the  pearly  gates. 

When  back  by  angels  flung, 
Admitting  there  a  ransomed  soul, 

Their  sinless  bands  among; 
The  silvery  sound  that's  swelling  up 

When  flows  the  stream  of  life; 
The  rustle  of  the  emerald  leaf 

With  healing  virtues  rife: 

4  And  then  the  tide  of  melody,  \ 

That  swells  and  bursts,  when  rings 
The  new  song  in  that  far  off  world. 

That  thrilling  rapture  brings: 
But,  awed,  we  may  not  note  its  power. 

Its  depths  we  may  not  sound; 
Unfathomed,  fathomless,  it  rolls 

In  glorious  might  around. 


700 


1029  C.  M.  Anon. 
No  Tears  in  Heaven. 

WHAT  if  our  bark,  o'er  life's  rough  \rave, 
By  adverse  winds  be  driven, 
And  howling  tempests  round  us  rave — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

2  What,  though  affliction  be  our  lot, 

Our  hearts  with  anguish  riven. 
Still  let  it  never  be  forgot — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

3  Our  sweetest  joys  here  banish  all, 

And  fade  like  hues  at  even ; 
Our  brightest  hopes  like  meteors  fall — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

4  The  mourner  sad,  who,  drowned  in  grief. 

Hath  long  in  sorrow  striven. 

Shall  find,  at  last,  a  sweet  relief — 

There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

5  Thou,  God,  our  joy  and  rest  shall  be. 

And  sorrow  far  Be  driven; 
And  sin  and  death  forever  flee — 
There  ai'e  no  tears  in  heaven. 

6  There,  from  the  blooming  tree  of  life 

The  healing  fruit  is  given; 
There,  there  shall  cease  the  painful  strife — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

1030  L.  M.  Berridge. 
Perfect  Felicity  in  Heaven. 

0  HAPPY  saints,  who  dwell  in  light, 
And  walk  with  .Jesus,  clothed  in  white  1 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more. 


HEAVEN.  701 

2  Released  from  sorrow,  toil,  and  strife, 
And  welcomed  to  an  endless  life, 
Their  souls  have  now  begun  to  prove 
Tho  hight  and  depth  of  Jesus'  love. 

3  There,  gazing  on  his  beauteous  face, 
Thoy  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 
And,  while  they  sing  with  rapture  sweet, 
They  bow,  adoring  at  his  feet. 

1031  10s.  Anon. 
K                        Song  of  Victory. 

HAPPY  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay; 
Happy  the  soul  that  goes  bounding  away; 
Singing,  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 
Victory  !  victory  !  homewai-d  I  rise. 
Many  the  toils  it  has  passed  through  below. 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  woe; 
Many  the  doubtings  it  never  should  sing; 
Victory  !  victory  !  thus  on  the  wing. 

2  How  can  wc  wish  them  recalled  from  their 

home. 
Longer  in  sorrowing  exile  to  roam  ? 
Safely  they  passed  from  their  troubles  beneath, 
Victory  !  victory  !  shouting  in  death. 
Thus  let  them  slumber,  till  Christ  from  the 

skies 
Bids  them  in  glorified  body  arise; 
Singing,   as  upward   they   spring  from  the 

tomb. 
Victory  !  victoiy  !  Jesus  hath  come. 

1032  C.  M.  Anon. 
Children  in  Heaven. 

AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven , 
Thousands  of  children  stand; 
Cliildren,  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band. 


702  DEAVEN'. 

2  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair — 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joj,  and  love  ? 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

3  Because  the  Savior  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 

4  On  earth  they  sought  their  Savior's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  His  name; 
So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face. 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

1033  C.  M.  Jnon. 

The  Land  of  Endless  Day. 

BRIGHT  glories  rush  upon  ray  sight, 
And  charm  ray  wondering  eyes — 
The  regions  of  immortal  light. 
The  beauties  of  the  skies  ! 

2  All  hail  I  ye  fair,  celestial  shores. 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day ! 
A  rich  delight  your  prospect  pours. 
And  diive^  my  griefs  away. 

3  There's  a  delightful  clearness  now; 

My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone; 

Fled  is  my  former  darkness,  too; 

My  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

4  Short  is  the  passage,  short  the  space, 

Between  my  home  and  me; 
There,  there  behold  the  radiant  place 
How  near  the  mansions  be  ! 

5  Immortal  wonders  !  boundless  things 

In  those  dear  worlds  appear  1 
Prepare  me.  Lord,  to  stetch  ray  wings, 
And  in  those  glories  share. 


HEAVEN.  703 

1034  C.  M.  Steele. 

Glories  of  Heaven. 
"nAR  from  these  narro-w  scenes  of  night, 
J:    Unbounded  glories  rise.. 
And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair,  distant  land — could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore. 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know — 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe. 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  0,  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love. 
Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us.  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  comts  on  high; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky 


1035  [490]  C.  H.  M.  Anon. 

Heaven. 

HEAVEN"  is  the  land  where  ti'oubles  cease, 
Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er; 
The  blissful  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more; 
And  not  a  shadow  of  distress 
Dims  its  unsullied  blessedness. 


.Sli^ 


704  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Heaven  is  the  place  where  Jesus  dwells, 

And  pleads  His  dying  blood, 
While  to  His  prayers  His  Father  gives 

An  imknown  multitude — 
Whose   harps  and  tongues,  through  endless 

days, 
Shall  crown  His  head  with  songs  of  praise. 

3  Heaven  is  the  dwelling-place  of  joy, 

The  home  of  light  and  love. 
Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die. 

And  ransomed  souls  above 
Enjoy,  before  their  Father's  throne. 
Bliss  everlasting  and  unknown. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

1036  [168]  p.  M.  Anon. 

The  Praise  of  Jesus. 

OTHOU,  in  whose  presence 
Mj^  soul  takes  delight. 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call; 
My  comfort  by  day, 
And  my  song  in  the  night — 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  m\"  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 

Resort  with  thy  sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 

Or  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  'lone  in  the  wilderness  rove? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  706 

Oh  why  sliould  I  wander, 

An  alien  from  thee, 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice 

When  my  sorrows  they  see. 
And  smile  at  the  teai's  I  have  shed. 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 

Declare,  have  you  seeu 
The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 

This  is  my  beloved, 

His  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around, 

The  locks  on  his  head. 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown  d. 

The  roses  of  Sharon, 

The  lilies  that  grow 
In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  stream, 

On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty 

Of  excellence  glow — 
And  his  e3"es  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

His  voice,  as  the  sound 

Of  the  dulcimer  sweet 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 

Bow  at  his  feet. 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

His  lips  as  a  fountain 

Of  righteousness  flow. 
That  waters  the  garden  of  grace; 

From  which  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know. 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face, 
45 


706  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids, 

And  scatters  delight 
Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high; 

Their  faces  the  cherubims 

Vail  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 

10        He  looks,  and  ten  thousand 

Of  angels  regoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word; 

He  speaks,  and  eternity, 

Fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


1037  C.  P.  M.  Wesley, 

Our  Works  to  be  Wrought  in  God. 

EXCEPT  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan. 
The  best  concerted  schemes  are  vain. 
And  never  can  succeed; 
We  spend  our  wretched  strength  for  naught. 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  be  wrought. 
They  shall  be  blest  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  didst  thyself  inspire 
Our  souls  with  this  intense  desire. 

Thy  goodness  to  proclaim — 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend — 
O  let  our  deed  begin  and  end 

Complete  in  Jesus'  name. 

3  In  Jesus'  name,  behold,  we  meet, 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat. 

And  all  its  frantic  ways; 
One  only  thing  resolved  to  know. 
And  square  our  useful  lives  below 

By  reason  and  by  grace. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  707 

1038  p.  M.  Hoyt. 

The  Christian's  Choice. 

THE  pearl  tliat  worldlings  covet 
Is  not  the  pearl  for  me, 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly, 
As  sunshine  on  tlio  sea; 
But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
It's  call'd  the  pearl  of  greatest  price: 
Though  few  its  value  see, 
O  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 

2  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch 

Is  not  the  crown  for  me. 
It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 

Its  brightness  soon  will  flee; 
But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above, 
For  all  who  walk  in  humble  love — 

Forever  bright  'twill  be, 

0,  that's  the  crown  for  me. 

3  The  road  that  many  travel 

Is  not  the  road  for  me — 
It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  would  not  be; 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
'Tis  marked  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood: 

The  passage  here  is  free, 

0,  that's  the  road  for  me. 

4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me; 
Most  surely  will  they  perish. 

Unless  from  sin  made  free; 
But  there's  a  hope  which  rests  in  God, 
And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word 

And  sinful  pleasures  flee, 

0,  that's  the  hope  for  me. 


708  MISCELLANEOUS. 

1039  [135]  C.  M.  TopUdy. 

Christ  Incomparable. 

COMPAR'D  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
No  comeliness  I  see; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love, 

Into  my  soul  convey; 
Thyself  bestow  !  for  thee  alone, 
My  All  in  All  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice. 

My  comfort  to  restore; 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave, 
Not  canst  thou  give  me  more. 


1040  8  lines  8s.  Anon 

Reigning  in  His  Kingdom  of  Grace 

ALL  glory  to  God  in  the  sky. 
And  peace  upon  earth  be  restored; 
0  Jesus,  exalted  on  high, 

Appear,  our  omnipotent  Lord: 
Who,  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 

Didst  stoop  to  redeem  a  lost  race: 
Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return. 
And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace. 

2  0  wouldst  thou  again  be  made  known, — 

Again  in  thy  Spirit  descend; 
And  set  up,  in  each  of  thine  own, 

A  kingdom  that  never  shall  end  1 
Thou  only  art  able  to  bless. 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey. 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  eease. 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  sway. 


MISCELLANEOUS,  709 

3  0,  come  to  thy  servants  again. 

Who  long  thine  appearing  to  know; 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceaole  reign 

In  mercy  establish  below: 
All  sorrow  before  thee  shall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er; 
And  envy  and  malice  shall  die. 

And  discord  atHict  us  no  more. 

1041  [354]  C.  M.  Anon. 

Praise  to  Christ. 

THOU  blest  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb ! 
We  love  to  hear  of  thee; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 
ISTor  half  so  dear  can  be. 

2  Oh  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice ! 

In  mercy  to  us  speak  ! 
In  thee,  O  Lord,  let  us  rejoice. 
And  thy  salvation  seek. 

3  Jesus  shall  ever  be  our  theme. 

While  in  this  world  we  stay; 
We'll  sing  of  Jesus'  lovely  name. 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud. 

With  all  his  favored  throng; 
Then  will  we  sing,  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  b©  our  song. 

1042  [562]        8s  7s  &  4s.  Kelly. 

Fountain  of  Life. 

SEE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
Streams  of  living  water  flow: 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  plains  below: 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 


710  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing. 
Making  all  around  look  gay: 

0  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo  !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure. 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose: 

Eveiy  object 
Sings  for  joy,  where'er  it  flows. 

4  Trees  of  life,  the  banks  adorning. 

Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around; 
Those  who  eat  are  saved  from  mourning; 
Pleasure  comes,  and  hopes  abound: 

Fair  their  portion — 
Endless  life  with  glory  crowned. 


1043  [370]  C.  M.  Steele. 

Thirsting  after  God. 

W-HEN  fainting  in  the  sultry  waste, 
And  parched  with  thirst  extreme. 
The  weary  pilgrim  longs  to  taste 
The  cool,  refreshing  stream. 

2  So  long  the  weary,  fainting  mind, 

Oppressed  with  sins  and  woes, 
Some  soul-reviving  spring  to  find. 
Whence  heavenly  comfort  flows. 

3  0,  may  I  thirst  for  thee,  my  God, 

With  ardent,  strong  desire; 
And  still,  through  all  this  desert  road, 
To  taste  thy  grace  aspire. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  i  1 1 

4  Then  shall  my  prayer  to  thee  asccud, 
A  grateful  sacrifice; 
My  mourning  voice  thou  wilt  attend. 
And  grant  me  full  supplies. 

1044  lis.  Anon. 

Spirit's  Teachings, 

OH  Jesus,  my  Savior,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  earth  I  re- 
sign; 
Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy,  and  my 

love, 
None  richer  possess'd  by  the  angels  above. 

2  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was 

blind, 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find. 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloom  and  des- 
pair, 
My  Jesus  reliev'd  me,  and  bade  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel. 
The  language  of  mortals  forever  must  fail. 
My  Jesus  is  precious  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 
I'm  rais'd  in  sweet  raptures  while  praising 

his  name. 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer, 
In  sweet  meditation  ne  always  is  there; 

My  constant  companion.  On  may  we  ne'er 

part! 
All  glory  to  Jesus !  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 

5  If  ever  I  lov'd  thee,  it's  now,  my  dear  Lord ; 
I  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways,  and  thy 

word; 
I  love  all  creation,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Sinc€  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from 

woe- 


712  MISCELLA-NEOUS. 


6  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  regard  not  the  proud, 
Tho'  sinners  despise  me  for  shouting  so  loud; 
His  love  overwhelms    me,  had  I   wings  I 

would  fly. 
And  praise  him  in  mansions  of  glory  on  high. 

1045  [382]  C.  M.  Beddome. 

Fear  Not. 

YE  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears. 
Be  mercy  all  your  theme; 
For  mercy  like  a  river  flows. 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  "  Fear  not "  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 

God  will  those  powei-s  restrain; 
His  arm  will  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efibrts  vain. 

3  "Fear  not"  the  want  of  outwaid  good 

For  his  he  will  provide, 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  beside. 

4  "Fear  not"  that  he  will  e'er  forsake. 

Or  leave  his  work  undone; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises. 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  "  Fear  not "  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Nor  death's  relentless  sting; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve. 
To  endless  gloiy  bring. 

1046  [477]  7s  Anon. 

Sweetness  of  Religion. 
?rpiS  religion  that  can  give 

X.   Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 


1 


MISCELLANEOUS.  713 

2    After  death  its  joys  shall  be 
Lasting  as  eternity; 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend. 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

1047  [434J  L.  M.  Watts, 

Parting  with  Carnal  Joys. 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind; 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea. 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  dark  despair; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song. 
Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace. 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes; 
0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

1048  [340]  C.  M.  Stennett, 

Christ  Incomparable. 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Savior's  brow; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 
Among  the  sons  of  men; 
Fairer  is  he,  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 


714  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  He  saTr  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief  ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death. 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode. 

He  brings  my  weary  feet; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  this  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine. 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give. 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

1049  C.  M.  Stennett: 

Profession  of  Love  to  Christ. 

AND  have  I,  Christ,  no  love  for  thee, 
No  passion  for  thy  charms  ? 
No  wish  my  Savior's  face  to  see. 
And  dwell  within  his  arms  ? 

2  Is  there  no  spark  of  gratitude, 

In  this  cold  heart  of  mine. 
To  Him  whose  generous  bosom  glowed 
"With  friendship  all  divine  ? 

3  Can  I  pronounce  his  charming  name. 

His  acts  of  kindness  tell. 
And,  while  I  dwell  upon  the  theme, 
No  sweet  emotion  feel  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  715 

4  Such  base  ingratitutc  as  this 

What  heart  but  must  detest ! 
Sure  Christ  deserves  the  noblest  place 
In  every  human  breast. 

5  A  very  wretch.  Lord,  I  should  prove, 

Had  I  no  love  for  thee: 
Rather  than  not  my  Savior  love, 
0,  may  I  cease  to  be. 


1050  6  9s  &  2  8s.  Anon. 

The  Beautiful  Valley. 

?nniSlow  down  in  that  beautiful  valley, 
X   Where  love  crowns  the  meek  and  the 
lowly 
Where  no  storms  of  envy  or  folly 

Can  e'er  roll  their  billows  again. 
The  meek  soul,  in  humble  subjection. 
Can  there  find  unshaken  protection. 
There  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection, 
The  mind  sooth'd  from  sorrow  and  pain, 

2  This  low  vale  is  free  from  contention. 
Where  no  soul  can  dream  of  dissension. 
Where  no  wiles  of  evil  intention 

Can  find  out  these  regions  of  peace: 
'Tis  there,  there  the  Lord  will  deliver, 
And  souls  drink  of  that  beautiful  river. 
Where  peace  flows  forever  and  ever. 

And  love  and  joy  forever  increase. 

3  There  those  who  by  storms  have  been  driven. 
Shall  moor  their    barks    in    that    beautiful 

haven, 


71G  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  there  bask  in  the  sunshine  of  heaven, 

And  triumph  in  Immanuel's  name. 
'Tis  there,  there  in  yonder  bright  glory. 
We'll  shout  and  sing,  and  tell  the  glad  story; 
And  when  we've  pass'd  cold  Jordan  quite 
over, 
"We'll  sing,  "Hallelujah  to  God  and  the 
Lamb ! " 


1051  P.  M.  Avon. 

The  Contrast. 

I  HAVE  sought  round  the  verdant  earth 
For  unfading  joy; 
I  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth, 

But  all,  all  will  cloy; 
Lord,  bestow  on  me 
Grace  to  set  my  spirit  free: 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be, — 
Mine,  mine  the  joy. 

2  I  have  wandered  in  mazes  dark 

Of  doubt  and  distress, 
I  have  not  had  a  kindling  spark 

My  spirit  to  bless: 
Cheerless  unbelief 
Fill'd  my  laboring  soul  with  grief, 
What  shall  give  relief  ? 

What  shall  give  peace  ? 

3  I  then  turned  to  thy  gospel,  Lord, 

From  folly  away, 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word. 

That  taught  me  to  pray. 
Here  I  found  release: 
Weary  spirit  here  found  rest, 
Hope  of  endless  bliss, — 

Eternal  day. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  717 

I  will  praise  now  ray  Heavenly  King, 

I'll  praise  and  adore: 
The  heart's  richast  treasure  bring 

To  Thee,  God  of  Power; 
And  in  heaven  above, 
Sav'd  by  thy  redeeming  love, 
Loud  the  strains  shall  move; 

For  evermore. 


1052  P.  M.  Anon. 

God's  Love  to  the  Soul. 

WHAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  ray  soul ! 
O  ray  soul ! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul ! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  that  caus'd  the 

Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul,  to 

my  soul. 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul. 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  &c. 

When   I   was  sinking  down   beneath  God's 

righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul,  for 

my  soul. 

3  Ye  winged  seraphs  fly,  bear  the  news,  bear 

the  news. 
Ye  winged  seraphs  fly,  like  comets  througa 

the  sky; 
Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news,  &c. 

4  Ye  friends  of  Zipn's  King,  join  his  praise,  &c. 
Ye  friends  orZion's  King,  with  hearts  and 

voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  etriojg  in  his  praise. 


^^Q  MISCELLAXEOUS. 

^  m°  ^^^  ^"^  *^  ^^°  ^^'^"^^J  I  will  sing  (fee 
To  God  and  to  the  Laiub,  who  is  the  great 

I  AM  !  ^ 

While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing,  &c. 

1053  [270]  8scfe7s  Anon. 

Love  for  the  Cross. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  • 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
i*rorn  the  sinner's  dying  i^iend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  His  blood; 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station. 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Ploating  in  His  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze; 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  foro-iven 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace.       ^        ' 

1054  0.  M.  ^„„„. 

We'll  Anchor  By  and  Bij. 
A    STRANGER  in  the  world  below 
ly.  We  calmly  sojourn  here;  ' 

Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe 
Provoke  our  hope  or  fear. 

CHORUS. 

0,  stand  the  storm,  it  wont  be  long. 
We'll  anchor  by  and  by,— 
O,  stand  the  storm,  <fcc. ' 


MISCELLANEOUS.  71 9 

2  Its  evils  in  a  moment  end; 

Its  jo3'S  as  soon  are  past; 
But  O,  the  bliss  to  which  we  tend 
Eternally  shall  last. 

O,  stand  the  storm,  <fec, 

3  To  that  Jerusalem  above. 

With  singing  we'll  repair, 
While  in  the  flesh,  our  hope  and  love, 
Our  hearts  and  souls  are  there. 
0,  stand  the  storm,  &c. 

4  There  our  exalted  Savior  stands. 

Our  merciful  High  Priest; 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands, 
To  take  us  to  his  breast. 
O,  stand  the  storm,  &c. 


1055  P-  M.  Anon. 

The  Angels  are  Hovering  Round. 

THE  angels  are  hovering  round, 
The  angels  are  hovering  round; 
The  angels — 
The  angels  are  hovering  round. 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home, 
To  carry  the  tidings  home; 
To  carry — 

To  carry  the  tidings  home, 

3  To  the  new  Jerusalem, 
To  the  new  Jerusalem; 
To  the  new — 

To  the  new  Jerusalem, 

4  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home, 
Poor  sinners  are  coming  home; 
Poor  sinners — 

Poor  sinners  are  coming  home. 


720  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Jesus  bids  them  come,  : 

Jesus  bids  tliem  come; 
Jesus  bids — 
Jesus  bids  them  come. 

G  To  wash  their  sins  away; 
To  wash  their  sins  away; 
To  wash — 
To  wash  their  sins  away. 

7  In  his  own  precious  blood, 
In  his  own  precious  blood; 
In  his — 
In  his  own  precious  blood, 

1056  P.  M.  Amn. 

Mercy's  Free. 

BY  faith  I  see  my  Savior  dying 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree; 
To  eveiy  nation  he  is  crying. 

Look  to  me,  look  to  me  ! 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Believe,  repent,  dismiss  their  fear — 
Hark  !  hark  !  what  precious  words  I  hear, 
JVIercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ! 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 

Pity  me,  pity  me  ? 
And  tiid  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin  ? 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be"? 
Oh,  yes  !  he  did  salvation  bring — 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King — 
And  now  ray  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Merc3^'s  free,  mercy's  free  ! 

.3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken 
Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 
I  am  free,  I  am  free: 


MISCELLAXEOUS.  721 

Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received, 
And  Clirist  from  death  my  soul  retrieved, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Jesus  ray  weary  soul  refreshes, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious, 

Unto  me,  unto  me; 
None  can  describe  th6  bliss  I  prove, 
Wliile  through  this  wilderness  I  rove — 
All  may  enjoy  the  Savior's  love, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

5  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners  hear  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
Ye  ministers  of  God  declare  it, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, — 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode. 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

6  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  ciying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy  free: 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free: 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  pass'd. 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


1057  8s  &  78  Anon, 

TTie  Gospel  Ship. 

THE  gospel  ship  has  long  been  sailing, 
Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore; 
All  who  would  set  out  for  gloiy, 
Come,  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor  1 
46 


722  MISCELLANEOUS. 


"  Glory  !  glory  !  hallelujah  !  " 
All  the  sailors  loudly  cry; 

See  the  blissful  port  of  glory 
Open  to  each  faithful  eye ! 

2  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed 

Far  beyond  this  earthly  shore; 
Thousands  now  are  sailing  thither, 
Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 

3  Waft  along  this  noble  vessel, 

All  ye  gales  of  gospel  grace 
Carrying  everj  faithful  trav'ler 
To  hisp  glorious  landing-place ! 

4  Her  sails  well  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 

Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along; 
All  her  company  rejoicing, 

"  Glory  1 "  bursts  from  every  tongue. 

5  Come,  poor  sinners,  get  converted; 

Sail  with  us  o'er  life's  rough  sea. 
And  with  us  you  shall  be  happy — 
Happy  through  eternity ! 


1058  p.  M.  Anon. 

Just  as  I  Am  ! 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea. 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  1  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  723 

3  Just  as  I  am,  lliougli  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt. 
With  fears  \vithiu  and  wars  without, 

0  !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come* 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind. 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind; 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pai'don,  cleanse,  l*elieve; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

0  I  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down: 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  !  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


1059  P.  M  Anon. 

Just  as  Thou  Art. 

JUST  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace, 
Or  meekness  for  the  heavenly  place, 
0  1  guilty  sinner,  come. 

2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvaiy's  tree; 
The  stripes,  thy  due,  were  laid  on  me. 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free — 

0 !  wretched  sinner,  come. 

3  Burden'd  with  guilt,  would'st  thou  be  blest 
Trust  not  the  world — it  gives  no  rest; 

I  bring  relief  to  heart's  opprest — 
0  !  weary  sinner,  come. 


724  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross: 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross; 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss — 

0  !  needy  sinner,  come. 

5  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears. 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears; 
'Tis  Mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears; 

0  !  trembling  sinner,  come. 

6  "  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come  ; " 
Rejoicing  saints  re-echo.  Come; 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will  may  come; 
Thy  Savior  bids  thee  come. 

1060  p.  M.  Anon. 

What's  the  News. 

WHElSrE  'ER  we  meet  you  always  say. 
What's  the  news  ?     What's  the  news  ? 
Pray  what's  the  order  of  the  day  ? 

What's  the  news  ?     What's  the  news  ? 
Oh,  I  have  got  good  news  to  tell ! 
My  Savior  has  done  all  things  well, 
And  triumphed  over  death  and  hell — 
That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news ! 

2  The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news ! 
To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free — 

That's  the  news  !     TJiat's  the  news  ! 
'Twas  there  his  precious  blood  was  shed. 
But  now  he's  risen  from  the  dead — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 

3  To  heaven  above  the  conqueror's  gone — 

That's  the  news  !     That  the  news  ! 
He's  passed  triumphant  to  the  throne — 
That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  725 

And  ou  that  throne  He  will  remain 
Until  as  judge  He  comes  again, 
Attended  by  a  dazzling  train — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news ! 

4  His  work's  reviving  all  ai'ound — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
And  many  have  redemption  found — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
And  since  their  souls  have  caught  the  flame, 
They  shout  hosannas  to  His  name. 
And  all  around  they  spread  His  fame — 

That's  the  news !     That^'s  the  news ! 

5  The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sin. 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
I  feel  the  witness  now  within — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
And  since  he  took  my  sins  away. 
And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
I'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day — 

That's  the  news  1     That's  the  news  ! 

6  And  Christ  the  Lord  can  save  me  now — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
Tour  sinful  hearts  He  can  renew — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
This  moment,  if  for  sins  you  grieve. 
This  moment,  if  you  do  believe, 
A  full  acquittal  you'll  receive — 

That's  the  news  ?     That's  the  news  ! 

7  And  then  if  any  one  should  say — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
Oh,  tell  them  you've  began  to  pray  ! 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 
That  you  have  joined  the  conquering  band; 
And  now  with  joy  at  God's  command. 
You're  marching  to  the  better  land — 

That's  the  news  !     That's  the  news  ! 


726  MISCELLANEOUS. 

1061  [571]  7s.  Wesley 

Christ  Liveth  in  Me. 

LOVIN'G  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am; 
Make  me.  Savior,  what  thou  art; 
Live  thyself  ■within  my  heart. 

I  shall  then  show  forth  my  praise; 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days; 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ  the  holy  child  in  me. 


1062  C.  M.  Beddome. 

Self-Denial  for  Christ. 

Al^D  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go  1  one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  honor,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear. 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair  ! 

4  Savior  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain. 
The  loss  of  all  things  I  could  beai'. 
And  glory  in  my  gain. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  727 

1063  C.  P.  M.       Madame  Guion. 

Sorrow  and  Love. 

SELF-LOVE  no  grace  in  sorrow  sees. 
Consults  her  own  peculiar  ease — 
'Tis  oil  the  bliss  she  knows; 
But  nobler  aims  true  Love  employ — 
In  self-denial  is  her  joy, 
In  suflEering  her  repose. 

2  SoiTow  and  Love  go  side  by  side; 
Nor  hight  nor  depth  can  e'er  divide 

Their  heaven-appointed  bands; 
Those  dear  associates  still  ai-e  one, 
Nor,  till  the  race  of  life  is  run, 

Disjoin  theii*  wedded  hands. 

3  Thy  choice  and  mine  shall  be  the  same, 
Inspirer  of  that  holy  flame, 

Which  must  forever  blaze  ! 
To  take  the  cross  and  follow  Thee, 
Where  love  and  duty  lead,  shall  be 

My  portion  and  my  praise. 


1064  L.  M.  J.  E.  Smith. 

"It  is  I ;  Be  not  Afraid." 

WHEN  power  divine,  in  mortal  form, 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm, 
In  soothing  accents,  Jesus  said, 
"  Lo,  it  is  I;  be  not  afraid." 

2  So,  when  in  silence  nature  sleeps. 
And  his  lone  watch  tho  mourner  keeps. 
One  thought  shall  every  pang  remove — 
Trust,  feeble  man,  thy  Maker's  love. 


728  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  God  calms  the  tumult  and  the  storm; 
He  rules  the  seraph  and  the  worm; 
No  creature  is  by  him  forgot 

Of  those  who  know  or  know  him  not. 

4  And  when  the  last,  dread  hour  shall  come. 
While  trembling  I^ature  waits  her  doom. 
This  voice  shall  wake  the  pious  dead — 
"Lo,  it  is  I;  be  not  afraid." 


1065  P.  M.  Anon. 

Invitation. 

OCOME,  come  away  from  labor  now  re- 
posing, 
Let  anxious  care  awhile  forbear; 

0  come,  come  away. 
O  come,  and  sacred  joys  renew, 
And  here,  where  faith  will  strengthen  you 
And  Christ  will  welcome  you; 
0  come,  come  away. 

2  From  toil  and  the  cares  on  which  the  day  is 

closing, 
The  hour  of  eve  brings  sweet  reprieve; 

0  come,  come  awaj-. 
O  come  where  God  will  smile  on  thee, 
And  in  thy  heart  will  rapture  be, 
And  time  pass  happily; 

0  come,  come  away. 

3  While  tuned  to  God's  love  the  angel's  harps 

are  singing, 
And  sound  his  praise  through  endless  days; 

0  come,  come  away. 
In  answering  songs  of  sympathy. 
Will  sing  in  tuneful  harmony, 
From  earth's  temptation  free; 

0  come,  come  away. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  729 

4  The  bright  day  is  gone,  the  moon  and  stars 
appearing. 
With  silver  light  illum'd  the  night; 

0  come,  come  away. 
Come  join  your  pray'rs  with  our  address, 
Kind  heaven  here  our  hearts  to  bless, 
With  peace,  hope,  happiness, 
0  come,  come  away. 

1066  lis.  Anon, 

The  Hock  that  is  Higher  than  I. 

IN  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repah*, 
When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelm'd  with  sor- 
row and  care; 
From  the  end  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will  I 

ciy, — 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I ! 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  1, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  When  Satan,  the  tempter,  comes  in  like  a 

flood. 
To  drive  my  poor  sonl  from  the  fountain  of 

good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Lord  who  for  sinners  did  die. 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

3  And  when  I  have  finish'd  my  pilgrimage 

here. 
Complete  in  Christ's  righteousness  I  shall 

appear. 
In  the  swellings  of  Jordan,  all  dangers  defy, 
And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

4  And    when    the    last  trumpet  shall   sound 

through  the  skies. 
And  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth  shall 
arise. 


730  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Transported  I'll  join  witli  the  ransom'd  on 

high, 
To  praise  the  great  Rock  that  is  higher  than  1 1 

Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I, 
To  praise  the  great  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


1067  L.  M.  Anon. 

The  good  Old  Way. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends. 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends: 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory. 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  0  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 
But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
"We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ — 
Our  happiness  he  would  destroy; 

Yet  never  fear  we'll  gain  the  day. 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

5  Te  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend. 
Soon  all  our  grief  in  joy  shall  end; 
Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

6  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
"We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before. 
Through  grace  divine  we'll  gain  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 


DISMISSIONS  AND   DOXOLOGIES.  731 


DISMISSIONS  AND  DOXOLOGIES. 
1068  s.  M. 

Parting  Blessing  Asked. 
I^CE  more,  before  we  part, 
Great  God  attend  our  pray'r, 
And  seal  thy  gospel  on  thy  heai"t 
Of  all  thy  servants  here. 

Once  more,  before  we  part, 
We'll  bless  the  Savior's  name, 

Record  his  mercies  every  heart, 
Speak  eveiy  tongue  the  same. 


0^ 


1069  L.  M 

Dismission. 

DISMISS  ns,  with  thy  blessing,  Lord! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive. 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

3  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good ;  — 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release. 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

1070  L.  M. 

Praise  from  all  Creatieres. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  1 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host  I 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


732  DISMISSIONS   AND    DOXOLOGIES. 


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1071  L.  M. 

Vraise  to  the  Trinity. 
10  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glorj  given, 
By  all  on  eaith,  and  all  in  heaven. 

1072  7s. 

Eternal  Praises  to  the  Trinity. 
ING  we  to  our  God  above. 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love: 
Praise  him — all  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

1073  8s  7s  <fe  4s. 

A  Parting  Blessing  Implored. 

LORD  !  dismiss  ns  with  thy  blessing. 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 

Oh  !  refresh  us — 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration. 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Let  the  fruit  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

lis  from  earth  to  call  away. 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven. 
Glad  to  leave  this  cumbrous  clay. 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


M 


DISMISSIONS   AND    DOXOLOGIES.  733 

1074  5.  M. 

Ascriptions  af  Angels  and  Saints. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne ! 
And  saints  that  dwell  belo"w  ! 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  oless  the  Spirit  too. 

1075  8s  &  7s. 
A  Benediction  Implored. 

"AY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Savior, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holj  Spirit's  favor. 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Let  us  thus  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

1076  8s  &  7s. 

Praise  to  the  Three  in  One. 

PRAISE  the  God  of  all  creation; 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, — 
Priest  and  King  enthroned  above. 

1077  8s  &  7s. 
Praise  for  Salvation. 

PRAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation; 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, — 
Author  of  the  new  creation, — 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live; 
Undivided  adoration 
To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 


734  DISMISSIONS   AND   DOXOLOGIES. 

1078  c.  M. 

Let  all  Praise  God. 

THOU  art  the  first,  and  Thou  the  last; 
Time  centers  all  in  Thee, 
The  Almighty  God  who  was,  and  is, 
And  evermore  shall  be. 

2  To  Thee  let  every  tongue  be  praise. 
And  every  heart  be  love; 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth. 
And  nobler  songs  above. 


INDEX  OP  FIRST  LINES. 


The  Figures  Designate  the  Number  of  Hymns. 

A  CHAKGE  to  keep  I  have 492 

A  throne  to  grace  !  then  let  us  go 490 

A  glory  in  the  word  we  find .468 

A  home  in  heaven,  what  a  joyful  thought,  724 

A  stranger  in  the  world  below 1054 

Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep 930 

Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near 928 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe 260 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave 411 

Again  our  ears  have  heard  the 429 

Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest 387 

Ah  I  how  shall  fallen  man 80 

Ah  !  Lord,  with  tremblin-g  I  confess 539 

Ah !  whither  should  I  go 214 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed 125 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 509 

All  glory  to  God  in  the  sky 1040 

All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb 476 

All  hail  the  great  Immanuel's  name 103 

All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord 607 

All  ye  who  feel  distressed  for  sin 222 

Almighty  Father  of  mankind 812 

Almighty  Father !  gracious  Lord 819 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast, 432 

Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 498 

735 


736  IXDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Almighty  Lord,  before  thy  throne 921 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies 805 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound. . .  643 

Amazing  sight !  the  Savior  stands 165 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 627 

Amidst  the  cheerful  bloom  of  youth 798 

An  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger 729 

And  am  I  born  to  die 958 

And  are  we  yet  alive 617 

And  can  I  yet  delay 211 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just.    114 

And  dost  thou  say,  ask  what  thou  wilt.. .  327 

And  have  I,  Christ,  no  love  for  thee 1049 

And  let  our  bodies  part 610 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 949 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought 1002 

And  must  this  body  die 953 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 1062 

And  now  my  soul  another  year 835 

And  will  the  great,  eternal  God 734 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 218 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 1011 

And  wilt  thou  yet  be  found 212 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 98 

Angel  of  God  what  e'er  betide 942 

Another  six  days  work  is  done 384 

Approach  my  soul  the  mercy  seat 215 

Arise,  my  soul  arise 112 

Arise,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime 727 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 711 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in 1032 

As  flows  the  rapid  river 828 

As  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old 263 

As  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays 257 

As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung 272 

As  pants  the  heart  for  cooling  streams . . .  542 

As  when  the  weai-y  traveler  gains 689 

As  strangers  here  below 922 


INDEX   OF   FIBST   LINES.  737 

A^^pemblcd  at  thy  great  command 758 

Assembled  in  our  school  once  more 785 

Asleep  in  Jesu^blessed  sleep 973 

At  Jacx)b's  wellV  stranger  sought 206 

At  length  Ihe  -wished-for  spring  is  come..  880 

Author  of  Faith,  Eternal  word 278 

Away  from  his  home  and  the  friends 377 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 650 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 87 

Awake,  awake  each  sluggish  :?oul 816 

Awake,  and  ^ing  the  song 438 

Awake,  Jerusaleu),  awake 344 

Awake  my  soul  lo  joyfid  lays 440 

Awake  my  soul  and  with  tlie  sun 554 

Awake  ray  soul  to  meet  the  day 558 

Awake  my  soul  stretch  every  neiwe 628 

Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears 640 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake 402 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes.. . .  838 

Awake,  ye  saints,  attune  your  harps 471 

Awake  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 270 

B 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 8 

Be  joyful  in  God  all  ye  lands 873 

Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 782 

Begin  my  soul  the  exalted  lay 7 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 245 

Behold  the  christian  warrior  stand 636 

Behold  the  morning  sun 62 

Behold  the  Savior  of  mankind 126 

Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb 127 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive 132 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 351 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 352 

Behold  the  heathen  waits  to  know 755 

Behold  the  western  evening  light 955 

Pebold  with  awful  pomp 1003 

47 


738  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Behold  what  condescending  love h86 

Beside  the  gospel  pool 264 

Bestow,  0  Lord,  upon  the  youth 808 

Believing  souls  of  Christ  beloved 355 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time 1023 

Bleeeding  hearts  defiled  by  sin 210 

Blest  be  the  Eternal  Infinite 830 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 612 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love 608 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 339 

Blest  are  the  sous  of  peace 611 

Blest  day  of  God !  most  calm,  most  bright.  394 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart. . .  857 

Blest  work  the  youthful  mind 788 

Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls 316 

Bless'd  Jesus  !  source  of  grace 740 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 739 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 90 

Bright  glories  rush  upon  my  Bight 1033 

Bright  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  God 85 

Briglit  source  of  everlasting  love 855 

Brethren  while  we  sojourn  here 638 

Brethren  we  are  met  together 426 

Brother  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow 980 

Brother  thou  art  gone  before  us 977 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 201 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 604 

By  faith  I  to  the  fountain  fly 286 

By  faith  1  see  my  Savior  dying 1056 

By  faith  in  Christ  we'er  justified 289 

Burst  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring 709 

Burio<I  in  shadows  of  the  night 74 

C 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 90 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish.. . .  971 

Children  hear  the  melting  story 205 

Childrf  II  in  years  «nd  knowledge 809 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  739 

Children  listen  to  the  Lord 203 

Children  of  tlie  heavenly  King 516 

Cliildren  to  your  creator  God 791 

Christ  did  for  us  his  life  resign 332 

Christ  is  set  on  Zion's  hill 639 

Christ  the  Lord  is  riseji  to-day 1 38 

Christian  see  the  orient  morning: 761 

Christian  soldier  seize  thy  sword 642 

Come  all  ye  saints  of  God 442 

Come  away  from  labor  now  reposing 1004 

Come  away  to  the  skies 718 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 574 

Come  dearest  Lord  and  bless  this  day..  . .  390 

Come  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. " 35 

Come  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire 46 

Come  Holy  Spirit,  come 337 

Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove 155 

Come  Holy  Ghost  all-quickening 317 

Come  holy  celestial  Dove 160 

Com€  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 171 

Come  humble  sinner  in  whose  breast 216 

Come  heavenly  peace  of  mind 540 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 354 

Come  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 271 

Come  let  us  join  with  sweet  accord 386 

Come  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God 410 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 443 

Come  let  us  pray,  'tis  sweet  to  feel 501 

Come  let  ns  join  our  friends  above '700 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue. . . .  827 

Come  let  us  use  the  grace  divine 335 

Come  my  fond,  fluttering  heart 803 

Come  0  Creator,  Spirit  blest 150 

Come  0  thou  King,  of  all  thy  saints 430 

Come  0  thou  Traveler  unknown 250 

Come  on  my  partners  in  distress 927 

Come  Spirit  source  of  light 163 

Come  Savior,  Jesus  from  above 205 


740  INDEX   OF   FIRST    LINES. 

Come  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast 167 

Come  siuners,  you  whose  hardened 170 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 445 

Come  thou  everlasting  Spirit 599 

Come  thou  high  and  holy  Lord 624 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 246 

Come  to  the  house  of  pra3'er 423 

Come  ye  disconsolate 244 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy 172 

Come  ye  souls  by  sin  afflicted 202 

Come  ^ye  that  love  the  Lord 444 

Come  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  divine. .  529 

Compared  with  Christ  in  all  besides 1039 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace 365 

ID 

Daughter  of  Zion  from  the  aust 346 

Daughter  of  Zion  awake  from  thy  sadness  347 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders 1010 

Dear  Father  to  thy  mercy  seat 672 

Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me 418 

Dear  Lord,  and  has  thy  pardoning  love.. .  576 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 679 

Dear  Savior  when  my  thoughts  recall 253 

Death  has  been  here  and  borne 766 

Deep  are  the  wounds,  which  sin  has  made.  182 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 131 

Defend  the  poor  and  desolate 862 

Delightful  thought !  that  sinners  may.. . .  777 

Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 255 

Destruction's  dangerous  road 173 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 167 

Didst  thou  dear  Savior  suffer  shame 521 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord 330 

Do  this  and  remember  the  blood,  &c 601 

Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve 148 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long. . .  706 

Early  mv  God,  without  tlelav 517 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  741 

Ere  mountains  reared  their  forms 27 

Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched 86 

Ere  to  the  world  a^-ain  we  go 431 

Eternity  !  Eternity  ! 1014 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 1005 

Eternal  beam  of  light  divine 646 

Eternal  Power  whose  high  abode 9 

Eternal  Power,  Almighty  God 22 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess .  157 

Eternal  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 583 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 842 

Equip  me  for  the  war 633 

Except  the  Lord  conduct  the  plan 1037 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss. .  277 

Faith,  hope,  and  charity,  these  three 276 

Faith  is  a  precious  grace 278 

Faith  is  the  Spirit's  sweet  control 292 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 274 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone.  606 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night. . .  1034 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  shine 10 

Father,  I  dare  believe 296 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 707 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 266 

Father,  into  thy  hands  alone 852 

Father  of  Jesus  Chiist,  my  Lord 291 

Father  of  all  in  whom  alone 42 

Father  of  heaven,  whose  love  profound.. .  40 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 51 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 856 

Father  of  spirits,  nature's  God 16 

Father,  our  hearts  we  lift 88 

Father,  what  e'er  of  earthly  bliss 494 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 684 

Forever  blessed  be  the  Lord 634 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 314 


742  IXDEX    OF    1-IKST    LINES- 

Fount  of  everlasting  love 743 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love 845 

Fountain  of  life  to  all  below 480 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 389 

Friend  after  friend,  departs 947 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 441 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 499 

From  earliest  daw*ii  of  life 796 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 762 

From  \\' hence  does  this  union  arise 622 

Giver  and  guardian  of  our  sleep 559 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 992 

Give  me  a  sober  mind 505 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 644 

Gently,  Lord,  0  gently  lead  us 935 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 349 

Glory  be  to  God  above 52G 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King 102 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name 38 

Glory  to  God  on  high 439 

Glory  to  God  on  high.  Our  peace 590 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 562 

Go,  messengers  of  peace  and  love 773 

Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord. . . .  364 

Go,  teach  the  nations  and  baptize 577 

Go,  thou  in  life's  fair  morning 66 

Go  to  the  pillow  of  disease 848 

Go  watch  and  pray;  thou  canst  not  tell. . .  512 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth 484 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God 766 

God's  holy  law  transgressed 81 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 32 

God  is  love,  his  mercy  brightens 13 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 647 

God  made  all  his  creatures 865 

God  in  his  temple  let  us  meet 416 


iNDhx  OK  vAii,r  Liyiis.  7 13 

God  of  all  consolation.  The  Holv  Glio>t..  148 

God  of  all  consolalion.  Take  . . ." 609 

God  of  Eteii'ity  fioni  thee 824 

God  of  love  that  hearost  prayer. 497 

God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power. . .  .  645 

God  of  unspotted  purity 550 

Grant  me  within  thy  courts  a  place 412 

Grace  I  'tis  a  charming  sound 678 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear 265 

Gracious  Redeemer,  shake 510 

Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine 162 

Great  former  of  this  various  frame 11 

Great  God,  as  seasons  disappear 84:-J 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just.. ...  lOOO 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim. . . .  481 

Great  God,  let  all  my  tuneful  powers 82;} 

Great  God,  now  condescend 878 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise.  57 

Great  God,  with  heart  and  tongue 79.3 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand. .. .  8.33 

Great  God,  we  would  to  thee  make  known.  879 

Great  King  of  glory,  come 731 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies 872 

Great  Savior  who  didst  condescend 587 

Great  Sovereign  of  the  earth  and  sky. . . .  735 

Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear.'. 737 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah 477 

H 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews. .  363 

Had  not  the  Lord  may  Israel  say 874 

Hail,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 33 

Hail,  Father,  whose  creating  call 15 

Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good 5 

Hail,  happy  day  !  thou  day  of  holy  rest  I  385 

Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 34- 

Hail,  morning,  known  among  the,  &c. . . .  147 

Hail,  sacred  truth  whose  piercing  raj's, . .  47 


744  INDEX   OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 712 

Hail,  thou  hajDpy  morn  so  glorious 146 

Hail,  to  the  Lord's  anointed 860 

Hallowed  Gethsemane 135 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ending 982 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace 446 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 469 

Happy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay.. .  1031 

Hark  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ....  951 

Hark  how  the  watchmen  cry 641 

Hark  how  the  go-^pel  trumpet 178 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 121 

Hark  the  sound  of  joy  and  gladness 910 

Hark  what  mean  those  holy  voices 95 

Have  you  heard,  have  you  heard,  &c 721 

Hearken  Lord  to  my  complaint 931 

Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  prayer.. .  485 

Hear,  0  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you 198 

Hear,  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken. .  350 

Hear,  w^hat  the  voice  from  heaven 99^ 

Heaven  is  a  land  where  troubles  cease.. . .  1035 

He  comes,  he  comes,  the  Judge  severe... .  1006 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners,  dies 141 

He  w-ills  that  I  should  holy  be 300 

He  lives — (he  great  Redeemer  lives 657 

Here  at  thy  table.  Lord,  we  meet 603 

Here  in  thy  name  eternal  God 730 

Help  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man 897 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 1027 

High  on  his  everlasting  throne 366 

Hither  ye  faithful,  hasie  with  songs,  <fec..  94 

Holy  as  thou,  0  Lord,  there's  none 28 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 18 

Holy,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord 297 

Holy  Ghost  with  light  divine 158 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 31 

Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive 322 

Holy  source  of  consolation 159 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES,  745 

How  are  thy  servants  blest 900 

How  bcautjeous  are  their  feet 362 

How  beautiful  the  morning 883 

How  beautiful  the  sight 626 

How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 966 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies.. . .  946 

How  bright  a  day  was  that,  which 395 

How  can  a  sinner  know  531 

How  can  I  vent  my  grief 548 

How  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord 877 

How  chai'ming  is  the  place 406 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 345 

How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round 648 

How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 702 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints,  &c 651 

How  firm  the  saint's  foundation  stands.. .  20 

How  gentle  God's  commands. 671 

How  happy  are  the  new-born  race 465 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 448 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot 692 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 75 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 585 

How  long  shall  death,  thu  tyrant,  reign. .  9-93 

How  long  sometimes  a  day  appears 1018 

How  many  pass  the  guilty  night 831 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 674 

How  painfully  pleasing,  the  fond,  &c. . . .  49 

How  perfect  is  thy  word 58 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 425 

How  pleasing  is  thy  voice 888 

How  precious  is  the  Book  Divine 41 

How  sad  our  state  bj-  nature  is 76 

How  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain 546 

How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear 122 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 822 

How  solemn  the  signal  I  hear 981 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave 984 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight. . .  613 


746  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile. ...  414 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys,  &c. . .  722 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day 945 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 513 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. . . .  105 

How  swift,  alas !  the  moments  fly 81.3 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 825 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 449 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies 797 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh. . .  179 

Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar 863 

I 

I  AM  fflad  that  I  was  born  to  die 447 


I  am  weary,  I  am  weary 939 

I  ask  not  wealth  nor  pomp 802 

I  ask  the  gift  of  righteousness 221 

I  ask  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 649 

I  have  sought  round  the  verdant  earth.. . .  1051 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.  And.. . .  301 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.  What.. .  104 

I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light 261 

I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God 53 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 343 

I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below 407 

I  love  to  steal  awhile,  away 482 

I  long  to  see  the  seasons  come 175 

I  looked  upon  the  righteous  man 985 

I  saw  be3'ond  the  tomb 817 

I  send  th'e  joys  of  earth  away 1047 

I  sing  of  God  the  mighty  source tJ 

I  want  a  principle  within 511 

I  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay.  710 

I  woo'd  ambition,  climb'd  the  pole 262 

If  life  in  sorrow  must  be  spent 926 

If  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 522 

If  thou  impart  thyself  to  me 326 

If  through  unruffled  seas 941 


VSVEX    OF    FIRST    LIXES.  747 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 534 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 614 

In  evil  long  I  took  deliglif 242 

In  God's  own  house  by  silenfc  night 807 

In  life's  gay  morn  let  children  learn 783 

In  mercy,  Lord,  remember  me 565 

In  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair.  1066 

In  the  broad  fields  of  heaven 1020 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 676 

In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation GO 

In  thy  groat  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 180 

In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling 433 

In  thy  rebukes,  all-gracious  God 665 

In  trouble,  and  in  grief,  0  God 661 

In  vain  men  talk  of  living  faith 282 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 124 

Infinite,  unexhausted  love 450 

Intemperance  like  a  raging  flood 894 

Is  this  a  fast  for  me  ? 861 

It  is  the  Lord  enthroned  in  light 664 

J 

Jehovah,  God,  thy  gracious  power 21 

Jehovah's  image  brightly  shone 71 

Jerusalem  my  glorious  home 701 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 220 

Jesus,  all-redeeming  Lord 600 

Jesus,  a  word,  a  look  from  thee 325 

Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command 595 

Jesus,  delightful,  charming  name 108 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine 257 

Jesus,  friend  of  sinners,  hear 544 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 518 

Jesus  halh  died  that  I  might  live 298 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 466 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 681 

Jesus,  if  still  thou  art  to-day 219 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul ; . . . .  287 


748  INDEX    OF    FIRST   LUVKS. 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 654 

Jesus,  ray  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace 849 

Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way 302 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 658 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne 110 

Jesus,  our  soul's  delightful  choice 283 

Jesus  shall  reign  where  e'er  the  sun 756 

Jesus,  soft,  harmonious  name 527 

Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us 604 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few 197 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 119 

Jesus,  thy  good  spirit  alone 306 

Jesus,  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way 303 

Jesus,  the  name,  high  over  all 367 

Jesus,  the  word  bestow 70 

Jesus,  to  thy  wounds  I  fly 123 

Jesus,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all 500 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace 618 

Jesus,  view  our  feast  of  love 530 

Jesus,  we  on  the  words  depend 153 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey , 591 

Join  all  ye  ransomed  sons  of  grace 834 

Join  every  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord 844 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move 717 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 100 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 1058 

Just  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 1059 

K 

Kindred,  and  friends,  and  native  land. . .  760 

Kindred  in  Christ  for  his  dear  sake 525 

IL. 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 55 

Lamp  of  our  feet  whereby  we  trace 64 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 52 

Let  all  who  truly  bear 592 


Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 177 


INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES.  749 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak. . . .  451 

Let  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue 293 

Let  him  to  whom  we  now  belong 307 

Let  party  strifes  no  more 620 

Let  the  redeemed  give  thanks  and  praise.  224 

Let  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 83 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast 6S7 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory.  Lord 36 

Let  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 605 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 368 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 196 

Lift  up  3^our  hearts  to  things  above. .....  619 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Imnianuel's  friends. .  1067 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 334 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray 137 

Listen  my  soul  when  Jesus  prays 129 

Lo !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending. . .  1015 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 1016 

Lo  !  round  the  throne,  at  God's,  <fec 1026 

Lo  !  what  an  interesting  sight 615 

Lone  amidst  the  dead  and  dying 923 

Long  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound. ...  65 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  his  name 452 

Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye. . .  752 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious 101 

Lord  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee 14 

Lord  at  thy  temple  we  appear 417 

Lord  at  thy  table  I  behold 597 

Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost 149 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 405 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways 680 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 453 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine..  .^ 328 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 304 

Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal 228 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice. .  61 

Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee , 269 

Lord,  in  the  morning  I  will  send 556 


750  INDEX   OF   FIEST   LINKS. 

LoTcl,  in  the  raorning  thou  shalt  hear 555 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace o08 

Lord,  in  th}"  court's  wo  now  appear 422 

Lord,  Jesus,  Avhen,  when  shall  it  be 225 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Savior  went 851 

Lord,  look  on  all  assembled  here 943 

Lord  of  hosts  to  thee  we  raise 733 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 370 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace 428 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  and  its  light 401 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pvay  aright 493 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land.  917 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. . .  .  575 

Lord,  unafflicted,  undismayed 920 

Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 152 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 4-1 

Lord,  we  are  vile  conceived  in  sin 73 

Lord,  we  come  to  ask  thy  blessing &DU 

Lord,  what  our  ears  have  heard 5S9 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 726 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet 515 

Lord,  when  thine  ancient  people 867 

Lord,  whom  winds  and  seas  obey 909 

Lovely  babe,  how  brief  thy  stay"^. 963 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 3.S6 

Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb 1061 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 1048 

Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace 3J 1 

Man  dieth  and  wasteth  away 957 

May  freedom  speed  onward  wherever, <fec.  866 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Savior. .....  37 

May  the  captive's  pleading  fill 864 

May  those  who  have  thy  name  confess'd. .  358 

Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb 144 

Meet  and  right  it  i's  to  sing 39 

Meekly  in  Jordan's  holy  stream 579 


INDEX   OF   FIBST   LIXES.  751 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations 774 

'Mid  scenes  of  ctjnfusion  and  creature,  <fec.  725 

Mislnkon  souls  !  that  dreara  of  heaven. . .  284 

Mortals,  awake,  -with  angels  join 91 

My  brethren  I  have  found 532 

My  buried  friends  can  I  forget 986 

My  Captain  sounds  the  alarm  of  war 631 

My  drowsy  powers  why  sleep  ye  so  ?  ... .  229 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  month's,  my  years  826 

My  fai'ih  looks  up  to  thee 280 

My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave. . . .  999 

My  former  hopes  are  fled 268 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 566 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope 6G0 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise.. . .  454 

ily  God,  my  life,  my  love 488 

My  God,  my  prayer  attend 504 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 655 

My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine 309 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 543 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 666 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love GGS 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 456 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 668 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Savior  thou 483 

My  Savior,  my  almighty  Friend 455 

My  soul  he  on  thy  guard 506 

My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known 22G 

IS" 

Native  laud  in  summer  smiling 770 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 107 

Night  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke.  778 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard.. . .  703 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 120 

Not  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep 964 

Not  in  the  church-yard  shall  he  sleep.. .  ,  969 

Now  back  with  humble  shame 77 


752  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Now,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield 321 

Now  for  a  time  of  lofty  praise 145 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 563 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 794 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 183 

Now  i-3  the  time,  the  accepted  hour 187 

Now,  Lord,  fulfill  thy  faithful  word 374 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts 378 

Now  let  our  hearts  conspire 854 

Now  let  our  voices  join 616 

Now  one  day  more  of  life  is  gone. ......  667 

O 

0  BLESSED  souls  are  they 288 

O  bless  the  Lord  my  soul 436 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul 223 

O  cln-istian,  sec  that  dread  array 914 

0  come,  come  away  from  labor  now,  &,c. .  1065 

O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 728 

0  for  an  overcoming  faith 954 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 230 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 279 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 535 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 434 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 305 

0  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 694 

O  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 227 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 820 

O  God,  to  thee,  my  sinking  soul.. 916 

0  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 312 

O,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 331 

O,  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light 1030 

O,  how  happy  are  they 435 

O,  how  soft  tiiat  bed  inust  be 929 

O,  in  the  Tuorn  of  life  when  youth 806 

O,  it  is  joy  ill  one  to  meet 623 

O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet  we  wait 315 

0  Jesus,  full  of  grace 53^ 


INDEX    OK    FIRST    LFXES.  753 

0  Jesus,  mv  Savior,  I  know  thou  art  mine,  1044 

O  land  of  rest  for  thee  I  sigh 720 

0,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet 876 

O,  Lord,  encouraged  by  thy  grace 584 

O,  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfill 670 

O,  Lord,  thy  -work  revive 751 

O,  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 310 

0,  no,  we  cannot  sing  the  song ...  552 

O  sing  to  me  of  heaven 714 

O  speak  that  word  again 545 

O  Savior,  welcome  to  my  heart 338 

O  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way 630 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive 233 

0  that  I  could  repent 234 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 259 

0  that  I  were  as  heretofore 537 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 235 

0  thou  God  of  ray  salvation 460 

0  tho-u  before  whose  gracious  throne 381 

0  thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God 130 

0  thou  in  whose  presence 1036 

0  thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight 318 

O  thou  whom  once  they  flock'd  to  hear.. .  231 

0  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 243 

0  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear 915 

0  turn  from  the  wine  glass 895 

O  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 699 

0,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 184 

0,  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 847 

O,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 632 

O,  where  is  now  that  glowing  love 547 

O,  where  shall  rest  be  found  697 

0,  why  did  I  my  Savior  leave 538 

0,  Zion,  tune  thy  voice 747 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 753 

O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness.. , . . . .  771 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring 217 

On  Jordan's  stormy  bank  I  stand 693 

48 


754  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

On  man  in  His  own  image  made 72 

On  the  mountain  top  appearing 353 

On  the  dewey  breath  of  even 573 

On  the  night  of  that  last  supper 596 

On  Thibet's  snow-capped  mountain 769 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God 425 

Once  more  me  meet  to  pray 248 

Once  more  my  soul  the  rising  day 560 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one. . .  487 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 106 

Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region. . . .  933 

Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven 767 

Oppression  shall  not  always  reign 858 

Oppressed  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears.. . .  50 

Our  bondage  here  shall  end,  by  and  by . . .  457 

Our  earth  we  now  lament  to  see 914 

Our  God  how  firm  his  promise  stands. . . .  685 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 489 

Our  helper,  God,  we  bless  his  name 837 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 139 

Our  little  bark  on  boisterous  seas 904 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 528 

Our  willing  feet  shall  stand 419 

IP 

Pass  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years 952 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear.  652 

Peace  was  the  song  the  angels  sang. ....  911 

People  of  the  living  God 357 

Permit  me  Lord  to  seek  thy  face 333 

Plead  we  not  the  faith  alone 294 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 116 

Poor  and  aflflicted,  Lord,  are  thine 925 

Praise  to  God  the  great  Creator 468 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore  him . . .  470 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 478 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 475 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 502 


INDKX    OK    FIRST    LINES.  755 

Prayer  may  be  sweet  in  cottage  homes. . .  903 

Precious  Bible  !  what  a  treasure  ! 59 

Proclaim,  saith  Christ,  my  wondrous,  <fec.  580 

Q 

Quickened  with  our  immortal  head 313 

R 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye.  195 

Rejoice  in  God  alway 464 

Rejoice  in  Jesus'  birth 84 

Rejoice,  my  soul  still  in  the  Lord 682 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time,  <fec. . .  775 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 832 

Remember  thy  Creator 790 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 185 

Rest  from  thy  labor,  rest 967 

Retire  vain  world,  awhile,  retire 742 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 258 

Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return 181 

Revive  our  dying  graces.  Lord 749 

Revive  thy  churches.  Lord,  with  grace.. .  746 

Revive  thy  work,  0  Lord 738 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 267 

Roll  on  thou  mighty  ocean 759 

Round  the  temperance  stand  and  rally. . .  898 

S 

Safely  through  another  week 396 

Saints  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word. . .  937 

Salvation,  0  the  joyful  sound 461 

Savior,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 571 

Savior,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor 236 

Savior,  I  thy  word  believe 161 

Savior  of  all,  to  thee  we  bow 533 

Savior  of  men,  thy  searching  eye 369 

Savior  on  me  the  grace  bestow 324 


X, 


756  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LI.NEa. 

Savior  visit  thy  plantation.. 741 

Savior,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 503 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 19^3 

Saw  ye  my  Savior,  saw  ye  my  Savior. ...  118 

See  from  Zioii's  sacred  mountain 1042 

Sec  how  the  morning  sun 561 

See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands 588 

See  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord 200 

See  Jesus,  thy  diciples,  see 524 

See  the  clouds  upon  the  mountain 403 

See  the  leaves  around  ns  falling 885 

See  the  stars  from  heaven  falling 1012 

Self-love  no  grace  in  sorrow  sees 1063 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 382 

Shall  foolish,  weak,  short-sighted  man. . .  25 

Shall  heaven  excuse  thy  blinded  mind. . .  191 

Shall  I  for  fear  of  feeble  man 371 

Shall  man,  O  God,  of  light  and  life 9^7 

Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 479 

Shepherd  hail  the  wondrous  stranger 99 

Shepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes 89 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive 252 

Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of  death. .  956 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 669 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 889 

Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 78 

Sinners  obey  the  gospel  word 189 

Sinners,  0  why  so  tlioughtless  grown.. . .  169 

Sinners  the  call  obey. 188 

Sinner,  the  Lord  invites  thee  now 190 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 164 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard ...  * 82 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 199 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 972 

Slavery  and  death  the  cup  contains 896 

So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower 970 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 383 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 404 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  757 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power..  763 

Sovereign  of  life,  we  own  tliy  hand 870 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 376 

Spirit  of  peace,  celestial  dove 621 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 156 

Stand  up  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears. . .  629 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary 907 

Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains ^566 

Still  for  th}-  loving  kindness.  Lord 232 

Still  on  the  Lord  my  burden  roll 683 

Stoop  down  my  thoughts  that  us'd  to  rise.  959 

Strait  is  the  way — the  door  is  strait 174 

Stretched  on  the  cross  the  Savior  dies 128 

Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend 779 

Sure  the  blest  comforter  is  nigh 154 

Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice  which  speaks.  254 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God  my  King. . . .  388 

Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream. . .  486 

Sweet  is  the  time  of  spring 881 

Sweet  is  the  scene  when  christians 961 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest.  667 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 696 

Sweet  Sabbath-school,  place  ever  dear. , .  780 

Sweet  Sabbath  bells  !  I  love  3'our  voice. .  408 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 1053 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 541 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 869 

Swift  as  the  arrow  cuts  its  way 815 

T 

Talk  with  us.  Lord,  thyself  reveal 520 

Teach  us,  0  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 850 

Terrible  God  that  reigneth  on  tigh 30 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 1007 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 1019 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death. 598 

Tliui  once  loved  form  now  cold  and  dead.  983 

That  warning  voice,  0  sinner ,  .  207 


758  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

The  angels  ai-e  hovering  round 1055 

The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind 151 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high. . .  901 

The  chariot,  the  chariot,  its  wheels,  &c.. .  1013 

The  councils  of  redeeming  grace 48 

The  crucified  one  has  appeared 551 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 564 

The  day-light  fades 801 

The  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies 704 

The  God  of  grace  and  glory  calls 662 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 841 

The  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's 853 

The  gospel  ship  has  long  been  sailing 1057 

The  archangel's  trump  shall  sound 1004 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord 56 

The  hoaiy  frost  and  fleecj'  snow 887 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads. . .  593 

The  last  lovely  morning , 1001 

The  leaves  around  me  falling 864 

The  long  lost  son  with  streaming  eyes. . .  249 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 113 

The  Lord  how  wondrous  are  his  ways. . .  29 

The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness. . . .  208 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 143 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 659 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is 677 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky 839 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  lot  us  praise 397 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 23 

The  Lord  our  God,  is  Lord  of  all 17 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall,  &c..  1017 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 572 

The  morning  llowers  display  their  sweets.  960 

The  morning  bright 800 

The  music  of  his  steps  was  sought 380 

The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet  is  not,  &c  1038 

The  praying  spirit  brealhe. 4^). 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 732 


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INDEX   OF   FIKST   LINES.  759 

The  prince  of  salvation  in  triumph,  &c. .  772 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 320 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined. ...  97 

The  sacraments  are  holy  signs 578 

The  Savior,  0  what  endless  charms 281 

The  Savior  when  to  heaven  he  rose 361 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 4 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 43 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 166 

The  star  was  bright  o'er  Bethlehem 912 

The  swift  declining  day 569 

The  tempest  beat  against  my  bark 908 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears 117 

The  time  is  short,  sinners  beware 818 

The  voice  is  hushed,  the  gentle  voice. . . .  789 

The  voice  of  free  grace,  cries  escape 744 

The  wandering  stars  and  fleeting  wind . .  745 

The  winter  is  over  and  gone 467 

Thee,  we  adore,  eternal  Name 965 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks 3 

There  is  a  God  who  rules  on  high 1 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 115 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 695 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest. €98 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 1024 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 688 

There  is  a  place  where  ray  hopes  are,  cfec.  713 

There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 194 

There  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 523 

There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen 1021 

There's  music  in  the  upper  heaven 1028 

There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light.  26 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale 472 

These  glorious  minds,  how  bright,  (fee. . .  715 

This  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own. .  392 

This  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore. . .  705 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 975 

Thou  art  my  portion,  0  my  God 329 


7^  IN'DEX    OF    FIRST    LIXE3. 

Thou  blest  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb 1041 

Thou  boundless  source  of  every  good ....  936 

Thou  God  of  all-sufficient  grace S23 

Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace 875 

Thou  great  mysterious  God  unknown ....  290 

Thou  ^udge  of  quick  and  dead 1008 

Thou  Lord  has  blest  my  going  out 508 

Thou  Lord  of  life  who^e  tender  care 570 

Thou  man  of  grief  remember  me 240 

Thou,  0  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 299 

Thou  rock  of  my  salvation  haste 918 

Thou,  the  eternal  Lord, 24 

Thou  verj^-present  aid 686 

Thou,  who  didst  with  love  and  blessing..  787 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers,  &c.  673 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same.  12 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's,  &c.  996 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 568 

Thus  spake  the  Savior  when  he  sent 379 

Thy  bounties,  gracious  Lord 871 

Thj  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light 45 

Thy  life  1  read,  7uy  gracious  Lord 948 

Thy  neighbor  ?  it  is  he  whom  thou 892 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford 427 

Thy  word,  almighty  Lord 63 

Time  is  winging  us  away 814 

Time  speeds  away,  awa}' 811 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 273 

'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand.  846 

'Tis  faith  that  la^^s  the  sinner  low 285 

'Tis  finished,  so  the  Savior  cried 133 

'Tis  finished,  the  conflict  is  past 976 

'Tis  low  down  in  that  beautiful  valley. . .  1050 

'Tis  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow 136 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 1046 

To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice 810 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope 716 

To  leave  my  deal*  friends,  and  with 495 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES-  761 

To-moiTow,  Lord,  is  thine 821 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name. .......  437 

To  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord 840 

To  Thee,  0  God,  when  creatures 962 

To  Thee,  this  temple  we  devote 736 

To  Thy  temple  we  repair 409 

To  us  a  child  of  royal  birth 109 

Tiy  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground. . .  519 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 44 

'Twas  God  that  fixed  the  rolling  spheres.  19 

'Twas  Jesus'  great  and  last  command.. . .  420 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night. . .  594 

'Twas  the  commission,  of  our  Lord 582 

TJ 

ITxi'ilD  prayers  ascend  to  thee 581 

L^nvail  thy  bosom  faithful  tomb 968 

Upon  the  gospel's  sacred  page 69 

Up,  why  sleep  ye  men  of  heaven, 768 

Vain  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 204 

Walk  in  the  light  so  shalt  thou  know. . .  938 

Watchmen,  tell  us  of  the  night 776 

We'er  marching  to  the  promised  land. . . .  359 

We  are  traveling  home  to  heaven  above. .  360 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 375 

We  come,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne 902 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 557 

We  now  to  Christ,  the  Savior  King 781 

We  praise  Thee,  Lord !  if  but  one  soul.. .  893 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 723 

We  need  not  soar  above  the  skies 2 

Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 979 

Welcome  delightful  morn 399 


762  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

"Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest 393 

Welcome  to  our  festival 784 

What  glory  guilds  the  sacred  page 54 

What  is  the  world  ?  a  wildering  maze. . .  67 

What  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor 708 

What  if  our  bark,  o'er  life's  rough  waves.  1029 

What  language  now  salutes  the  ear 192 

What  poor  despised  company 625 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 413 

What  various  hind'rauces  we  meet 496 

What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals,  &c. . .  987 

What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul. . .  1052 

When  Adam  sinned  through  all  his  race.  79 

When  Abrah'm,  full  of  sacred  awe 944 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 463 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way ^.656 

When  around  iis  life  is  shining". 988 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 990 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away..  799 

When,  dearest  Savior,  when  shall  1 391 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 690 

When  fainting  in  a  sultry  waste 1043 

When  gloomy  thoughts  and  fears 675 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong. . . ,  998 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be. . .  319 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 637 

When  I  survey  thy  wond'rous  cross 134 

When  injured  Afric's  captive  claims 868 

When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still 93 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 934 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain . . .  905 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 940 

When  power  divine  in  mortal  form 1064 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 241 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain 239 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 765 

When  sickness  shakes  the  languid  frame.  9.32 

When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the,  &c. . .  209 


I>-DEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  763 

"When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 995 

"When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 398 

"When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge 1009 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning 9iJ4 

When  thro'  the  torn  sail  the  wild,  <fec. . . .  906 

When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vaie. . . .  882 

When'er  we  meet  you  always  say 1060 

Where  is  my  Savior  now 549 

While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way 750 

While  in  the  tender  years  of  youth 795 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. ...  176 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks.. . .  92 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power. ...  514 

While  thro'  this  changing  world  we  roam.  691 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 8f?9 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 1023 

Who  are  these  ai'rayed  in  white 1025 

Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou. . . .  853 

Whom  have  we.  Lord,  in  heaven  but  thee.  653 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 978 

Why  droops  my  soul  with  grief 213 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 553 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 989 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 237 

Why  should  a  living  man  complain 919 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 950 

Why  on  the  bending  willows  hung 348 

Whr  "^ill  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 186 

With  glorious  clouds  encompassed  round.  238 

With  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays 891 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace Ill 

With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 473 

With  stately  towers,  and  bulwarks  strong.  340 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 256 

Within  thy  courts  have  millions  met 400 

Within  thy  house,  0  Lord,  our  God 341 

W^ould  you  behold  the  works  of  God 899 


764  INDEX  OF  FIKST  LUTES. 

Y 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 764 

Ye  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know 142 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven 719 

Ye  hearts  with  yoathful  vigor  warm 247 

Ye  messengers  of  God  arise 372 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 373 

Ye  men  and  angels,  witness  now 356 

Ye  mourning  saints  whose  streaming,  <fec.  974 

Ye  ransomed  sinners  hear 462 

Ye  saints  proclaim  abroad 459 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 507 

Ye  sons  of  Adam  vain  and  young 792 

Ye  sons  of  men  with  joy  record 474 

Ye  trembling  souls  dismiss 1 045 

Ye  virgin  souls  arise 836 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 602 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 754 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 757 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 140 

You  may  sing  of  the  beauty  of  &c 415 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 458 

Z 

Zeal  is  fhat  pure  and  heavenly  flame 635 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 3^ 


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